To Hue or not to Hue?

As I lay there, with her standing over me, I could see it. Passed the tears, the blood, her flesh... The light. It was her’s. It wasn’t a reflection of my own, oh no, this one was very different. She was the opposite of me, and it was nothing like the fragile anger the other’s had. It was pure and untainted. The Rage within her that was just begging to well up inside her. How long had she had it? The entire time? How could I not have noticed? It didn’t matter any more. I needed to sleep, and she was about to make them shy from the light.