The last thing she remembers is laughter and a fusion dance.
The surroundings are a blur, colors spinning around.
Slowly, she becomes aware of herself, and,
Wait. Why is she-
"Blue... kinda went along with it. White found out much later and did not react."
She didn't hope for anything much better than that.
It still stings, just a little.
"How did you even put up with them?"
Were you like them? Were you as petty and callous as them? It's not like it would matter by any stretch of imagination, over five thousand years have passed since then, but...
"I tried to play along to them to the best of my ability, which was not high, and that actually got me sidelined from most of the active squabbling or scheming.
They did not take me seriously, and now I realize I was lucky for it."
They were right to, it seems.
"I am so relieved that you did not fit in with them from the very start.
It shouldn't even matter, reasonably speaking, but it kinda does, to me."