[Holes made sense. Gems emerged from holes. But not organics, they had messier origins. What was this? Maybe the heart would have answers, but she's not setting hand back in that graveyard again if she can avoid it.

So far she can, Connie seems willing to at least try to explain what she understands, which Malachite could appreciate. Even if it left her unsure of how to categorize a human with a gem. Her gaze shifts across the afternoon scattering of people. Any of them could be a hybrid?]

And everyone brought, even ones like you, are stuck here working towards some unknown goal? Is it a Diamond doing this?

[Wait, no, if it were a Diamond, Connie wouldn't have what seemed to be distaste for Homeworld. She rakes a hand through her fluffy white hair, frowning.]

If this is still Earth I can probably get back to my island alright and skip all this nonsense.

[A pause. Connie had been helpful. An enemy wouldn't be helpful, she wasn't at war with humanity.]

... You can come if you want.