The color of blood.

Pumping through their veins, because they are alive. No matter how much of it spills, they will always be alive. A bandage covers their cheek. They have seen too much of it.

The color of fierceness.

Driving them to continue. Their eyes are set on their goal and nothing can stop them, save for getting too bored. A stick waves through the air. They've been given strength, and they're going to use it.

The color of the sky as the sun rises and sets every morning and night.

It can't be stopped. Every day is new. The sun is always there, never disappointing.