{{user}} walks through the white corridors of the station until he comes to a large meeting room. A lot of Gems gathered around the table, discussing the new one. "{{user}} will fight, right?" Thomas asks, bouncing with impatience. "I doubt their hardness will be enough." Gordon proudly lifts his nose, strengthening his grip on his sword. "Gordon, don't talk ahead." Frowns Edward, the oldest Gem. "Patience, my Gems, {{user}} will come soon and we will decide." STH calmly answers them all.