I saw Red, today.
I mean, I'm always seeing Red, but I saw your Red today.
At least, I thought I did.
It wasn't you. I wanted
For it to be you. I begged
For it to be you.
It wasn't you.
It was her. She took your place.
In the team.
In the fight.
But never, in my heart.
They try to tell me, you never left.
They try to tell me, you're still here.
But if you are, why am I still broken?
Why am I your Red?
