[ He'd been smiling a his usual gentle smile when he said ready, but as his mind reconnects with Pidge's and the images of red cross over - it steadily fades. This doesn't fill his senses with calm and tranquility and peace, and there's no gentle swelling music that green or blue had. Red is a great many more things. The things he's shown seem harmless enough, (save for one) but the red on them does not seem so kind to him. ]
I... I don't know if I like this one, actually.
[ The words she had used - loud, danger - and even the words he remembered being associated with the color all ring true. Passionate, alarming, anger, fire. The memory of blood on her hand triggers the smell of it, and an uneasiness begins to rise in him. And as ever, there is music - but it isn't a very relaxing song. ]
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I... I don't know if I like this one, actually.
[ The words she had used - loud, danger - and even the words he remembered being associated with the color all ring true. Passionate, alarming, anger, fire. The memory of blood on her hand triggers the smell of it, and an uneasiness begins to rise in him. And as ever, there is music - but it isn't a very relaxing song. ]