[b]Red![/b]

What better way to feel like an apex predator than to hunt an apex predator? Red flicks and glides through the space, her empty wings wrapping around every obstacle and bystander before sweeping up behind the lion in a mechanically crushing embrace.

"Now Scooby Gang," said Red, "let's see who the villain underneath this mask is!"

[b]Blue![/b]

[i]content warning: sacrifice[/i]

"Yeah," said Blue, calm again. "I know. But you need us. You need [i]me[/i]."

She snap-clicked her helmet off. Shook loose her cascade of bright sapphire blue hair, unbound and free. Started pulling off her spacesuit.

"Blue?" said Brown. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to brain graft myself onto Dragon," she said, matter of fact. "Full personality subsumation."
"What the fuck?" said Brown.
"Compatible hardware, compatible software," said Blue, rolling up the sleeves of her jumpsuit to reveal her wrist access ports, right above her mechanical talons. "It'd take years of delicate, full time coding work from a team of computer scientists to fix this. Even then it wouldn't be right, that's basically like making an entirely new Dragon. But I've got everything he needs right here. With my mind as seed material he'll be able to regrow himself. Hopefully better than he was."
"You can't be serious -"
"And it'll work!" said Blue. "I'm filled to the fucking brim with memories of Dragon, analysis of Dragon, predictions about Dragon. I'm consciously modeled after Dragon. Green's design goal when making me was 'Dragon, but better'. I've honestly got more of him in me than he does at this point."
"But you'll die!" said Brown. "Like, actual death! Complete revocation! Everything gone! We can't fix that!"
"That's fine!" said Blue. She was already climbing onto Dragon's neck, plugging in the data transfer cables. "Because as far as I'm concerned, I'm dead already. I died when they ripped me out of my body and I've been a fucking miserable ghost haunting you ever since. Monk was right. I'm not fit for purpose. I'm angry, bitter nostalgia and I'm holding you back from going where you're going. But..."

She looked over Dragon's body. Ran her talons up his neck gently, felt the alloys there. Felt the power.

"... but I want this. This body is exactly what I've dreamed of for myself. This work. This path. This future. I can't have it for myself, not without compromising it down and down until it's more regret than fantasy. But this? I can do this. What better use for Nostalgia than bringing the past back to life?"
Brown doesn't answer. Can't answer. She just grips her hands together and makes a yearning, squeaking sound. 

Blue smiles at her. It glitters through her tears. It's the first time she's ever smiled with this body. She learned that today too.

"Don't worry about me," she said, looking happier than she ever had. "After all - it's what Dragon would do."

And her lights went out.

[b]Pink![/b]

There is a time for making art, and there is a time for appreciating art. There is nothing for her to add, nothing for her to do, nothing to contribute. She's the audience and she's looking forward to seeing this more than anything, to have a new standard of beauty set.

But... nevertheless, there's still a moment of hesitation. A lingering moment where she can make her mark on this scene. To help soothe Crystal's nerves and make her feel less alone. She takes off one of the ribbons from her hair and ties it around Crystal's wrist, looping up across her palm, tight and firm enough to be clearly felt, a splash of pink that brings the warmth of contrast to the rest of the ensemble. It'll give the impression of holding Crystal's hand even when she's out there alone.