Everything was colorless here; an endless myriad of greyscale. Oh, sure, the city was colorful enough, but it was the more intangible parts of the expedition; the choices and decisions were losing color. The vibrancy that her choices as a diplomat once had on Earth was now fading quickly to black and white, and the black and white was changing frightfully fast into many shades of gray. It worried her. Her morals were flying all around like a confused compass; she wasn't certain whether she was doing what's right anymore. The brilliantly colorful city of Atlantis was fading away, and she wasn't sure if she should-or could-stop it.