[b]Orange![/b]

Being Wrong is a strange feeling. Everything feels out of resolution, out of balance, a fracture in the mind that thoughts can't move across. A sensation that nothing can continue onwards until everything has been boiled back to nothing. She knows she's wrong. She wants to reach out. She should be...

[i]Mrs. Everest demonstrated what power was. Power was a castle with only one person inside. 
Untrained operatives risk information leaks.
You'd be putting them in danger.
We can move faster by ourselves.[/i]

She can't figure out how to navigate this. She's overlapping layers of excuses and ideologies and thoughts that make this the only way. She's no better. Because it's family. People she loves. She loves them, genuinely, and she has to come for them even if she also loves everyone else. Every day she fantasized about the manor walls slicing open and Phoenix arriving in a blaze of glory, Pig breaking the outside windows, Rat's confident smirk, [i]"We came to rescue you. As soon as we knew we didn't hesitate for an instant."[/i]

But they hadn't come. No one had rescued her. And the only possible explanation was that they had it worse than she did. That they were still waiting for her to rescue them. 

That was why she couldn't fight Black. Even if it meant packing up every part of her life and then quietly disappearing. She was just as much a part of this as any other colour. She was wrong by her own standards, but there she was, leading the vote for her own dissolution. It was her purpose. It was the opposite of her purpose.

"Thank you, I'll be fine," she said. It took her a moment. She was shocked anyone asked. "I'll... I'll be fine."

[b]November![/b]

The Chase Black agent stands politely by the door with his back turned, pretending not to overhear his client have a weird meltdown into a dial tone. 

If this is a bit it's going to take more than that to convince them to drop it.