She should have shoved a hand into Peridot’s mouth to keep her from screaming. The gem had even told her she’d call for backup, so she’d been aware that it was a possibility. Kunzite hadn’t taken the threat entirely serious, because she figured Peridot would end up in trouble as well if she couldn’t handle her own prisoner. It didn’t take long for her to regret that she hadn’t gagged Peridot. Two Jaspers showed up, tackled her off of Peridot and shot her with the destabilizer. She didn’t have much of a chance to react to the latter before everything went dark.

Kunzite woke up in another containment cell, uncertain of how much time had passed since they’d poofed her. It could be days, maybe even months or years. It was difficult to tell time when she was nothing more than a pink gem. It was darker in this prison than on Peridot’s ship too. She curled up in a ball with her back against the wall, and put her head between her knees. What now? Why was she still alive? Were they going to torture her before sealing her away forever in a bubbled gem?

She soon noticed approaching footsteps, and heard Peridot’s voice speak her name. Déjà vu, she thought, as she looked up at the other gem on the other side of the destabilizer field. Kunzite didn’t answer the question at first, rather she responded with her own. “Did you come here to gloat, Peridot? Are you that petty?” She stuck her tongue out at her. “Maybe it was fun for me, beating a weak gem like yourself up.” She shook her head after a brief moment, and turned away. “Nah, I’m not as high on power as yourself. I don’t find pleasure in showing up at someone else’s prison for no reason.”

Kunzite didn’t bother telling Peridot to leave or asking if she had an actual reason to be there. She figured the gem wouldn’t give her an answer, and stay as long as it took for her to get over the fact that she had been beaten. If she did have a reason, she’d probably tell her that anyway, not that Kunzite cared much anymore.