[ He DOES spot it immediately. He nearly drops what he is working with, precariously balancing his little slat of paint in one hand whilst the other palms around for his bottle of-- Uhm... Yellow, maybe? We'll start there. He drags some of the untouched red around with one finger, followed by little bits of yellow being flicked onto it. He doesn't need orange, but something fierce. ]

You are absolutely correct. You need to fight for what makes you who you are in this very moment.

[ Good, good! ]

Tell me more, Miss Hiiragi. What are you passionate about? Tell me everything.