>>110261936YOU cope with whatever warps your mind to view incompetence, lack of experience in ANYTHING and a lack of choices in a desparate situation as "manipulation and abuse".
She was no warrior. She was barely a figurehead. She may never have been designed as a world conqueror, but strictly as a mascot, given how small she was. Or perhaps her small size was an indicator of her young age: diamonds do grow, after all.
So, after much pleading and whining and many temper tantrums, her elders give their baby sister a planet to cut her teeth on; an easy, soft planet which will offer no problem at all, and show her how dull colonization is so she can go back to her games and entertain her family.
No warfare, no corrosive atmosphere, no dust storms or dangerous wildlife; just smile and wave and the specialist gems will take care of everything. She wouldn't even have to set a single foot on the planet!
Their own limitations blinded them to the obvious: the Diamond of Passion would of course grow restless and, sooner or later, want to see what her planet was like in person. Her 'special' Pearl - another consolation gift after she broke her boring original one; a special, extra-strong, extra-resilient, extra-smart Pearl which could 'wrangle' the petulant and demanding Pink - unfortunately proved TOO adaptable and accomodating.
This toxic combination resulted in the least and most vulnerable of Diamonds being exposed to what turned out to be a lethal environment; Earth indeed has no poison or acid, like Venus, or 1000-mile-an-hour dust storms that can erode a Gem to nothingness, or towering local life forms that can crush a Gem by stepping on it; but it has a venom of the mind to protect itself - beauty.
Pink Diamond was conscripted; from invader, she became protector, press-ganged into service by a rock far older and stronger than herself: Earth.
From that moment on, she had no choice: she would protect the planet at any cost.
But what could she do? (cont.)
