Sard stared angrily at Halite as he began thinking about what to do. In all honesty, Sard didn't want Halite to surrender. Sard wanted a fight, and a fight Halite would seemingly give. With a bellowing yell, he quickly threw the gem bubbles at them, as a sort of projectile weapon. Sard tapped into his adrenaline for a second, but the Balas reacted quickly, using a sonic blast to slow all the gems to a halt. Balas once again tried to persuade him, an effort that provided useless to no one's surprise. He screamed once again, and prepared to attack... only to be stopped by a gentle voice.

Citrine had reformed rather quickly, a feat he personally thought was a little odd considering her nature. When she had come out, she looked almost the same, a bigger shirt and her hair was reversed. She calmed him down, simply by saying violence was wrong. How foolish. But apparently, it worked on Halite. He dismissed his weapon and began talking to her. "Seriously?" Sard asked, looking around the room. With a grunt, he decided to leave. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted, so whatever. All he had to do was wait until the mission.

He entered the foyer-type area of the temple. A simple human abode, it seemed. Once he entered, he saw the gem who had left earlier, eating some human food. It didn't look like she was getting very far, though. That gave him an idea as to how to cool off, luckily. "Heh, eating some human food, huh? I don't particularly like the stuff. I enjoy their liquids more." Sard said, opening up the cold fridge, and grabbing a fresh soda off of one of the shelves. He slammed the fridge door, a little to hard, but not causing any permanent damage. "So, what's up?" He asked, popping the cap off the tasty beverage in his hand.