"I don't know," Steven murmurs, shaking his head. He doesn't think he was? Yet, at the same time, he feels so much shock and the occasional stab of empathic pain that its hard to tell. His gem is aching in a way that is hard to describe, to the degree he somewhat hysterically has wondered if it's going to crack.

But it hasn't. He still has to keep trying here, and he knows that so many people are in danger, but he still can't seem to move.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice tight, as he curls into himself defensively. He feels like the fact that he can't get himself together and help protect Lars right now is completely his fault.