I was a casualty of war. [Lapis shrugs.] A rebel Gem dissipated my form, and my gem ended up being picked up and put into a mirror by my own side. They thought I was a rebel, so they asked me all sorts of questions. None of which I could give an answer for. [Lapis gives a half hearted shrug.] And because I was in a mirror, it wasn't like I could tell them that I wasn't a rebel, that I couldn't show them the rebel base.

[There's a very small hint of agitation, of tension in Lapis' shoulders as she speaks.]

I'm not sure what happened, but there ended up being an evacuation, and the mirror I was trapped in was dropped, and my gem was cracked in the frenzy. Freedom in sight, but out of reach. Eventually those same rebels picked my mirror up, but they didn't let me out. They asked me things too, but they didn't free me either. [Lapis' hands close around her arms, denting the skin underneath.]

For over five thousand years I was imprisoned in that stupid mirror.