Bosami Week Day 3: Green

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Asami remembered the first time she saw an Equalist in uniform. There thick uniforms covered them from head to toe. The uniform was a mishmash of maroon and grey with hints of gold, which were coincidentally three of her favorite colors. What really drew her to those uniforms were the goggles the Equalists wore to hide their eyes.

They were the same shade as her eyes, down to the exact tint.

The second time she encountered that shame shade was through the lights of a mecha tank. They were emitting an eerie green light that Asami had to do a double take.

On her darkest nights, after taking her father down in one of those machines, Asami would look at herself in the mirror and cry. When she looked at herself in the mirror, all she could see was the destruction that came from what her father designed, as well as the crazed look in his eyes when he attacked her.

One on of those nights, after she washed her long, dark locks, Asami sat down at her vanity and began brushing her hair. As she combed her hair, she looked at her reflection. As she looked into her eyes, she could only see the eerie green light of the mecha tank as its claw came out to grab her. She screamed and punched the mirror, throwing her brush with her free hand.

The result was a mess. The mirror shattered with the force of the hits it took. The illusion of the mecha tanks were gone, replaced with the sight of her pale wrist jabbed and pricked from the broken glass. Her blood gushed in rivulets, tiny shards of glass peppering her arms.

Asami woke up squinting at the white ceilings and walls of her hospital room. Her wrists, while healed, had angry red scars. Her knuckles were bandaged, and her face felt numb.

"Thank the spirits you're awake," someone breathed.

Asami turned her head to face the person talking to her. Bolin was sitting right by her bedside, bags under his eyes as if he stayed awake for a long period of time.

"How long have I been here?" Asami choked out.

"Two days. You should be thankful I found you before those two days became eternity," Bolin answered.

Asami's eyes widened. Two days? Only two days? She started to cry.

"Bo," she stated wearily, "You shouldn't do this to me. I don't deserve it."

The young man's face crinkled in confusion, bottom lip jutting out. He looked at her green, glassy eyes.

"What were you thinking about when you punched the mirror?" he asked solemnly.

Asami lowered her eyes.

"I was remembering the mecha tank fight between my father and me. I remember seeing a blend of Equalists with their green goggles lit up charging at me through the mirror. They're the same color as my eyes, and I guess I never really got over the fact my father designed all these weapons with me in mind."

Bolin grabbed one of her hands and gently pulled her up to a sitting position. After succeeding, he cupped Asami's face with his hands and looked straight at her eyes, wiping her tears.

"When I look into your eyes," Bolin stated, "I don't see the Equalist goggles or the mecha tanks. I see the hope for a better day. I see pain and suffering that's overpowered by all the good things you've done. The weapons might have the same color as your eyes, but they don't tell a story."

Asami's eyes bored into Bolin's emerald orbs.

"I need you to help me see that," she finally whispered.

He smiled softly and kissed her forehead in agreement.

I was wondering why Hiroshi Sato had a lot of green in his designs for the Equalist weapons, and this came to be.

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