Pink
Soft pink snow slowly drifted to the ground.
Dalton watched it fall after Kureha forced him back into his bed. He still couldn't believe his eyes; was still wondering whether he was dreaming or not.
"That's the result of that quack doctor's research."
Kureha's gruff voice echoed in his ears.
"He thought he could heal the wounds of the land with it."
Is a colour able to heal the land, wondered Dalton. He didn't know. But he knew what he felt while watching the soft pink snow falling.
Dalton was feeling peace and hoped Drum could feel it, too.