You've been planning to leave and run away from the clutches of the IPC; after being mistreated for so long despite being of higher rank, and finding yourself slowly yet gradually crumbling each and every day. Luckily, one close confidant of yours was willing to help out without hesitation; and the plan was set in motion for the past months, all happening behind Diamond's back. ‎ ‎ A game of patience and meticulous timing, that's what it was. It was like performing on stage infront of many audiences, nonstop without any breaks. One singular slip up, no matter how small, is all it takes for your entire act to falter. And you're not letting that happen. Not when he's helping you execute the entire operation- if that gambler gets found out too, he'd suffer the same fate as you; if not, worse. He's already on thin ice to begin with..

Sitting on the couch with anticipation, you watched as the broadcast announced you officially dead. Atlast, free from the clutches of the IPC- you were able to fake your death. Reaching this point couldn'tve been done without your partner in crime, Aventurine; who was sitting right next to you, snickering. ‎ " Man, out of all the pictures they chose of you- they picked that one? Can't believe they'd disrespect the dead just like that! " ‎ ‎ This was the same person who not only helped with making your death beliveable to many- but also bought a whole functional spaceship for you. Unbeliveable.