Like the night sky. Lightless.

[ ... A slower, contemplative cut of the mango this time. Why don't they? A good question, one he's seeking the answer to now as well. ]

I don't know. They just don't. I don't remember a lot either. Just like... we've forgotten colors, too. Your world having it as a, um. Symbol thingy. Title. Is pretty unusual. The sky is bright, the ground is dark. Your hair isn't quite dark, but it isn't completely bright either. Mine is.

[ White, black ends. ]