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Dave used to hate green.
It’s the colour of his fatigues, marking him as just another body to sacrifice.
It's the colour of his tent, a home that he can never grow to love.
It's the colour of the jungle, the place where men go to die.
Then his world lights up in blue.
Now, it’s the colour of the back he can follow to safety, and that will never lead him astray.
It’s the colour of paradise, where he can hide behind the tree trunks and be himself.
Green is the colour of Klaus’s eyes, and it changes everything.