"...I'm sorry I must have misheard you."

With a grunt, Halite dismissed his hammer, crouching down to look Citrine in the eyes.

"Because it sounded like you said violence is wrong. That's... not something I ever thought I'd hear from a Gem."

His skin was quickly returning to white. His breathing less ragged. His voice much calmer.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, uh... what's your name?"