Diamonds aren't supposed to be friends with anyone. They're rulers. Conquerors. Leaders. Authority figures over all other gems. They were merciless killers, unflinching even in the toughest of situations.

He'd certainly been unflinching with that pin of his, it had been a strike that could have been a hit if he'd meant it. He's bound to give some kind of an opening if she plays along, so the opportunity to strike could still surface but...

Friends? What? There's a ripple of uncertainty that rushes through Cinnabar.

"What are you talking about?"