Your name is Mary Sue and you’re trying to be a good moirail, even though the concept is still kinda new to you, and your palemate really isn’t helping by constantly flipping red on you.

At least it’s not black, and that’s a relief; you can’t imagine trying to navigate those kind of feelings on top of everything else.

Months later you dance with him away from prying eyes and, oh, it is black alright, blacker than you ever thought you were capable of.