this really felt like it fell flat, which is a shame because morro and harumi are two of my favorite characters and i adore the parallels between the two

oh well

Morro had worn green with a hopeful pride, a loud declaration that he was wanted, he was worthwhile, he was the Green Ninja. The second that Sensei had mentioned it, Morro knew that it was destiny, and for the first time in his life, he had a purpose.

Then, suddenly, he didn't. His green turned to a shade of hurt, and wearing it became a sign of determination- that Sensei was wrong, that destiny was wrong, that he was the Green Ninja. He would prove himself, somehow, and then he would be wanted again and everything would be better. Morro wore this shade for years, swearing by it until he could hardly recall who he was otherwise. People thought he didn't belong in green, told him it wasn't fitting, and their words stayed with him, festering until they turned into hatred in his heart.

And then he died- young, alone, afraid- but his anger did not die with him.

He wore green with envy after that, a bitter cruelty that landed him in the Cursed Realm. But his hatred fueled him; his confidence and grit impressed his new queen, and he soon became her top general. Then, at long last, he was offered a chance to leave the realm to conquer Ninjago- to get revenge.

The Green Ninja was a better person than Morro ever was. That was what struck him, when he saw the boy. He was better suited for the position, a better ninja, and that hurt more than Morro ever could've believed. And, just as always, he took his pain out on others.

But now he was facing death again- a permanent death- and Morro was tired of green. He had worn it for decades, holding onto pain from a lifetime ago, living within the lie that he needed it. He had built himself around it, too stupid and young and hurt to know any better.

Looking through his misty eyes into Sensei's own teary ones, he wishes he could spare the man the pain his death would cause. He had never thought that Morro needed the green to have worth- only Morro himself had.

As he lets go of Sensei's hand, he lets go of all the shades of green he's worn, and as he falls into the sea, for the first time since he can remember, he is himself.

Green had never suited him, anyways.

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At first, Harumi wore green with a childish innocence, a bright admiration. The color sparked trust, and it was the one Harumi had liked most. No one had really seen the Green Ninja, but everyone knew about him- he would defend Ninjago with his life, keep harm from befalling it and keep citizens safe.

But he didn't. Her parents died because he failed, and she was taken in by the Emperor and Empress of Ninjago, who never even tried to fill the void she felt. She was forced to adopt a mask of obedience and acceptance, and she was forced to wear green- but this green, she thought, was a shade of disgust and deceit, one of smoldering hate under her painted-on smile. This mask, she thought, at least went well with her new green. That comforted her as she sat, alone in the world, for years, biding her time for the day she'd take her revenge.

Her years of planning, at long last, paid off in the darkness of a cavern temple. She had thrown off her mask while reaching for the Oni one, flaunting her newest shade of green in mockery, and the look on the Green Ninja's face was one she'd never forget. But...it did nothing to fill the emptiness in her soul. All she saw was her own face, ages ago, soot-streaked and agonized.

But only after she'd seen his own father beat him nearly to death and kill all his friends did Harumi decide that this wasn't what she wanted. She'd always imagined herself brandishing green once she'd won, wearing it as proof that she'd done what she promised she would, but she didn't. She wore it with...almost regret.

And now that she was standing on a collapsing building, Harumi wears it with shame. The city, the one she'd sworn to help, crumbles because of her. Green, in its many shades, had blinded her, had twisted her pain into hatred, and she hadn't seen what she was doing, how it had consumed her.

As she meets eyes that once bore green themselves, she gives it up. Her life has been wasted in green, and she's sick of the color. It's fitting, she thinks as she falls, that after a lifetime of hiding in green, the last thing she'll ever see is something she stole the green from. She hopes he'll take it back someday.

Green had never fit her, anyways.

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