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Green
Typically one of two things. Life. Love of life, nature, giving, peaceful, nurturing... like a saint, a social worker...
And though she did not seem like it at all, Raven did care deeply about people and their well being. That was why she had become a superhero to begin with, right? Of course, people didn't think of her that way - they thought of her as creepy and dangerous, but the fact of the matter was she had saved many lives.
And green was envy. And sure, Raven was jealous of other people. Mostly because they were happy and she wasn't. And couldn't be.
But in her case, the emoticlone with the green cloak was Courage. Or maybe Brave. Or whatever it was, it represented her fighting spirit, and not the angry type that Rage was. The will to protect, the will to strive on, mentally and physically, never giving up despite having already giving up.
Indeed, Raven was probably one of the most courageous people in the world, and not just because she was risking her life as a superhero to save other people. It was the fact that if people knew what she was, a demon, or at least half of one, then they would fear and hate her, they would outcast her even though she had saved them many times, forgetting all the good that she had done for them. Because she was naturally inclined to destruction at heart, because she was her father's child, and was not in any way supposed to help or sympathize with humanity, yet she did. Because she, at every moment of her life, had to keep her emotions - rage, hatred, fury, despair - under control, and still fight for others, and still maintain some semblance of calm, of the fact that she wasn't screwed up to her very core. To think that she was a monster, but still pretend that she wasn't and continue on living. That took some sort of strength of spirit, willpower, courage, that most other people didn't have.
The darkest shade of green, the darkest side of courage, the ability to ignore and persist, to repress, to overcome.
But that was not the shade that one normally would have found when encountering Courage in her mind. A slightly lighter shade, deep emerald, vibrant, verdant, extroverted, outgoing, quite unlike Raven herself. The lighter shade she did not identify so much with - usually, it was Timid that ruled her mind more so than Courage.
She had her moments. Like when she needed to protect someone... something. Or when she was angry, Courage had a bit more control over her. Or when she was feeling a bit... not as depressed, not as consumed by her need for control... Courage was there too. Although...
Lighter greens, verdigris, viridian, even lighter, neon green, almost blue, aquamarine, Extroversion. Raven wasn't an extrovert, but she understood people very well. Of course, she was an empath. Easy enough, but she also sometimes had what it took to approach them and help them, to sense what they needed and be that thing that they required, whether it was comfort, a helping hand, anything, she could be there. If she could muster up the Courage, if she could muster up the Extroversion necessary.
If, if, if. Always if. If she could do this, if she could do that. But Raven couldn't. It wasn't so simple. For one, she didn't like interacting with other people. Not because of a lack of control, not because of anything, except her own personality. She just wasn't that type of person. Sure, she'd help when necessary, but if it wasn't, then she wasn't going to go out and randomly talk to people. There, if was out of the question. Then it was if she could keep on fighting. Inevitably, she did. Otherwise she would have been dead. The real "if" was if she would give up.
Would she?
That question had been there a lot. Would she just give up? Would she just kill herself? Or let herself be killed, so that she wouldn't have to endure life anymore?
Nope. Courage was there to stop her. And as long as it was there, she would still be there. Though it wasn't really her, nor did it represent her in any normal sense, the darkest side of Courage was the buffer between her and death. Oblivion. Languor, death of her mind, when she gave in and let it all overcome her.
But it never happened because of Courage. So there it was, the green Raven, preserving her life, keeping her, not exactly lively, but still breathing, thinking, feeling. There to protect her against herself.
She couldn't say that she liked it. Although her friends might have.
