Peridot turns away from him for a moment, her tired gaze focused on some indefinite point in the middle distance. She grossly miscalculated; this topic of conversation isn't any more comforting than talking about the Mother was.

"...Yes," she says weakly, and without much conviction. "That is definitely true."

She seems extremely troubled. She IS extremely troubled, and is trying very hard not to show it. Why does it suddenly feel like her stomach is full of bees?