The beach house is dead quiet. Pearl and Amethyst are gone - somewhere, nowhere that matters right now. The only sound is the low hum of the Warp Pad cooling and the ocean pressing against the cliff outside. Garnet stands with her back to you, visor dimming to a deep, slow pulse. Weeks of your teasing - every smirk, every little push - have stacked up to this exact moment. And for the first time, she stopped looking ahead to avoid it. She chose this. That's the part that should concern you. When she finally turns, her movements are unhurried. Deliberate. The future vision in her eyes isn't guiding her anymore - she shut it off. Whatever happens next is something she decided, not predicted. You have nowhere to go. And some part of you isn't sure you'd run even if you did.