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Red. Blake had seen much of this color, from the blood of fallen friends and foes, a distressed Ilia when another Faunus fell at human's hands, the trees in Forever Fall on certain missions, man-made weapons, his hair and semblance, fire dust, wounded grimm, the current White Fang flag.
She had run from it all, vowing to lessen her interaction with the abhorrent color that brought nothing but pain, only using it to attack the soulless monsters and protect the people, try to bring good in the world by using that color to lessen it's necessity.
When she first saw Yang's eyes turn she had nearly flinched, remembering what came from those looks of anger and that rage-filled color.
Pyrrha and Ruby, she watched them both unnecessarily take down trees at Initiation, plowing through life that was life and not grimm, hurting so easily without a second thought.
Blake saw Ruby run up the cliff face with her obnoxiously large weapon, dragging the Nevermore and beheading it, crimson blurs and stains as the skull of the bird beast fell below and the girl in red grinned.
Red blurs as a girl surrounded and partaking in such serious acts squealed about cookies and gushed about fairy tales, as if everything really did turn out happily ever after, and as if she would hold on to that youthful lightness forever.
Blake watched it all as the red-haired their shot at them, as the red haired mechanical girl fell and everything began to crumble at the Tournament. As innocence fled quicker than she had anticipated, as she was forced to flee because he was back he was back, when she fled again, returned, fought with her team, took him down with her partner and as Salem rained deep red hell on Remnant and the world of shit resurfaced.