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When Rose reforms, the first sight greeting her is Pearl on one knee.
Her feet are bare. Broad. Never again will Pink Diamond’s ridiculous form walk this universe.
They’re right where Rose had thought Pearl would run to.
Oh no. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.
“Rose,” Pearl says. It’s the look in her eyes. “We did it.”
Rose flexes her hand. In her mind’s eye is the awful afterimage of h- of Pink’s fingertips, on Pearl’s mouth. And the same gaze, startled trust. And now this.
This was what she wanted. Wasn’t it?
They‘re both finally free.