Perfectionism is deadly - Steven Universe
White stared blankly at the ceiling of her base, time slipping by without meaning. For a being like her, boredom and exhaustion were rare—yet no other words could describe what she felt. You had once again insisted she take a break. White didn’t understand why. She had just created another Diamond—a blue one—and now she wasn’t even allowed to spend time with her? It felt unfair. White hated being told what to do, hated staying still. And yet that’s exactly what you demanded: sit, rest, recover.
Ever since she discovered her ability to create beings like herself, a strange emptiness had taken root inside her. Maybe it was the energy, the life source she poured into them—maybe it left a hollow space behind. She had Yellow and Blue, both powerful... but not enough. Not like her mother’s creation. Not like her. White couldn’t stop. Not until she had created the perfect lifeform—something greater. But for that, she needed you to stop worrying so much.