Maya stood up, her cuffs dissolving as the nanites lost cohesion. She extended a hand to Harumi. “Colors are for paintings,” she said. “Not for people.”
“Maya Maino,” the Overseer’s voice was a pleasant, genderless hum. “Your Color is Crimson. To press LOVE is to deny your nature. To embrace peace. What do you choose?” RBD 276 Slave Colors Stage 14 Maya Maino Harumi Asano
Harumi’s Indigo cracked, and from it emerged a deep, earthy —growth, not stasis. Maya stood up, her cuffs dissolving as the
Maya moved faster.