He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
Maybe I can convince people that purples will riot if they try to just integrate the two castes and people should be able to test or audition or whatever into other castes and you can sing in front of a panel of judges who'll be so spellbound they'll hallucinate your hair is a dark pine green color.
Maybe we can convince people that normal caste inheritance rules don't apply to newly clean reds and they can be any caste they want on the grounds of centuries of babies being red if they're half-red no matter which gender the clean parent is.
If they don't let you be green you can come to my planet when Otet manages to reestablish contact and be a singer there!
We will fix everything and it can grow in peachy and you'll never have to shave her again.