"...I- I- Innocent?!"

His face twisting and his body turning bright red, he kicked Citrine's gem and summoned his hammer. With a roar, he raised it and began swinging at the still-bubbled gems. The mere suggestion that Citrine was blameless had enraged him.

"NONE OF US ARE INNOCENT! WE ARE THE GEMS!"

So much pain and suffering caused by the Gems. They'd treated him as a weapon, a tool. They'd drained the life from swathes of this planet and others to make more Gems. Their mere existence was emblematic of the slow death of the ecosystems of a planet so they could reproduce. And that knowledge made him even angrier.

"OUR EXISTENCE IS ENOUGH OF A CRIME!"