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Jasper doesn’t remember in detail what happened when Malachite ultimately became no more. All she can recall is the violent struggle, the waterbending gem looking more ragged and feral as she held control, and the violent snap. She doesn’t know what caused the snap either. Maybe in a way she had submitted to the idea of not seeking out those damn Crystal Gems anymore and their fusion based on hatred had become too cooperative for it to stand anymore.

All she recalls now is the vague, trance-like sensation of being within her gem. Malachite had been such a struggle on her form that as soon as she ceased to be, both of her halves had lost their physical bodies. The only thing she is aware of is a warmth huddled around her, it being as comforting as it is somehow urgent.

The urgency of the warmth snapped her out of her trance, the feeling of her physical form manifesting being her immediate response. Before she knew it, she was on her newly made hands and knees, hunched and panting with the effort of her sudden regeneration. She gathered her bearings, getting used to actual sensation.

Once she reoriented herself, she noticed a familiar green gem underneath her, a surprised look on her tear-streaked and visorless face.

“Peridot!” Jasper roared happily, immediately sitting back on her knees and scooping the small technician in her muscled arms. She clutched the sputtering gem closely, heart soaring at the thought of being reunited with her.

“Jasper, you’re crushing me!” Peridot croaked out, trying to contain her own joy of having her commander with her after weeks of clutching her seemingly lifeless gem that had washed up on the shore of the island she had been refuge on. Jasper let out a hardy laugh, loosening her hold but still clutching the other flush against her.

The two had no idea what they would do next on this unfamiliar planet, but they were comfortable at the moment with the familiarity of each other.

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