That was not a good arc to come back to. Driving around with an unserved cell phone, looking for a single bar of service so you can tell if someone even still cares that you're alive and you haven't terminally fucked things up with them, only to find there aren't any messages-- and there probably aren't going to be unless you go make a damn fool out of yourself AGAIN for ANY sign at all-- feels like the entire last year of my life in so many agonizing ways.
Steven Universe spoilers, 150-250 mKf
"Ugh. Fine. I've got literally nothing else to do."
Well. That was the most honest rallying cry I've heard in my life, and pretty accurate to my own feelings.
I really appreciated that this episode ended on the most minor and ordinary of miracles. Peridot isn't magically rescued from her despair. She's basically just handed a trowel and told "well, then DO something about it."
Yeah, that's about right. Still love you all. Got literally nothing else to do.