A Diamond is a funny thing to her court. Creator, mother, general. Jasper came out of the ground loving her, would have fallen into her arms if they were offered in any other context than this.

She steps away. "You made me," she whispers. Her brain is whirling, but she's never been dumb, even if she prefers to solve things with her fists. She can feel the truth of this in her core. The implications are falling into place now. What this means for her, for her life, for everything she believed in.

She turns away, holding her head in her hands, not able to look any longer.