Amethyst pushes herself up against the smooth sides of the prism, withholding the urge to pound her fists against it perhaps only because doing so would take more energy than she can spare right now.

Instead she stays quiet, and listens, anxiously glancing between Lilith and Steven and the others. A diamond? Lilith must just not know much about rocks.

"So what if we did," she says weakly. "You obviously weren't usin' it for anything good."