Steven stood on the sand, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Blue and Yellow Diamond—entities he had feared as god-like tyrants for years—were kneeling. Not in defeat, but in a state of shattered realization. The "shattered" Rose Quartz was standing right in front of them, inhabiting the body of a fourteen-year-old boy with stars in his eyes.
The doors hissed open. A blinding radiance poured out, more intense than any sun. [S5E25] Legs From Here to Homeworld
To do it, they needed a ship. But not just any ship. Yellow’s was a wreck; Blue’s was buried in the shoreline. They needed the centerpiece. They needed the legs. Steven stood on the sand, his breath coming