"Makes sense," he allows. It does, if the problem's coming from broken Gems to begin with.

The Balladeer wonders if that's quite as horrifying as Steven's making it sound. He isn't doing it on purpose. But even with so little context, the Balladeer can imagine the kind of things that might result in so many people getting...broken, mutated, becoming dangerous and mindless. They aren't things he cares to question Steven about further right now.

Instead he pops back to his feet, stepping around the couch towards the kitchen. "Hey, are you hungry? It's getting later." On his own, he tends to just eat whenever he feels like it, but he supposes he's willing to stick to any routine Steven might have.