It's an answer. For the first time in four years, that confession allows Steven to understand the context surrounding his kidnapping - not in theoreticals, but in truths. She really had hurt both of them, hadn't she? Maybe neither of them really meant anything to her, in the end.

Steven's wings flutter, stirred by a flurry of emotion inside of him. He wants to reach out a hand, to try to communicate in gesture what he's have trouble expressing in words. He just barely touches Greg's face before stopping, remembering the ointment and burns. Neither of them know what to do with themselves, do they?

"She never... she never cared about us," Steven fumbles out in response, trying to communicate his lack of anger but not knowing how. "Did she?"

They were both hurt. He can see that, now.