"I don't know," Steven says softly, mirroring Amethyst's apprehension, and also her sense of inevitability. "But I want to try." He squeezes her hand back and then let's go, sliding off of Lion's back. If this draws negative attention, he doesn't want anyone else to get caught up in it.

He leaps up into the air and floats, summoning up his Blue Rose magic and winding it around him. Fire and ice, hot and cold, swirls around him - a link to the powerful artifact that must be the Ringmaster's sibling. All the Rose ever seemed to want was the freedom to grow and to expand. Maybe the Phoenix felt the same.

At the same time that he opens up with his magic, he opens up with his mind. It feels dangerous, right now, to connect with her emotionally - especially when he knows that the Huntsman is in there, too. Yet, there is something he wants her to understand.

"Ringmaster," he says, loud enough that he hopes she'll hear him, but trying not to frighten her. The power of the Miracles resonate, and even before he opens up empathically, he can feel the weight of her presence. Energy pings between him, her, Syrlya, and Carly's eyes. "Even... Even if you don't remember us. We're still the same! We're stuck between everything that's happening, and everyone wants to control us! But.. we won't... we haven't given up! You can be stronger than him..."

He lets down his guard, allowing her to access him emotionally and pushing his own feelings to flow into her as well. Feeling of being trapped, of being used, of wanting to escape. Memories of the relief of having like-minded souls come from him. Like his friends from home. Like Yuya. Like Childermass and Lambert.

If she doesn't remember them, maybe he can remember for her. Maybe then she'll feel like she can listen.