#jess is pulling a cxg 'face your fears' over here. gna go stare at the sun! and run with scissors! and stay in a building that's on fire!

[surejess]

"Technically you're not supposed to -- ya stare straight at it for too long, your eyes can get real damaged! -- but, ya know, a couple quick glimpses never hurt anyone!" Not that Jess was encouraging Fins to glimpse at it more than he probably had in his lifetime, but who would it hurt? She had half a mind to stare directly at the sun one day and see if she really would damage her eyes ( after the solar flare had passed, that is )! "Exactly! Real bright which means it's real vibrant! If you can tell the vibrancy, that's really the most fun part!" Hey, May! Wouldn't it be fun if Fins could see in color? Even just having three cones? You're not in charge of that? Damn! Hey, Grey- "That's exactly right!" Jess pointed to one splotch on the carefully crafted flashlight and said, "We got a little extra yellow there, so it's a little more green --" -- then to another -- "-- and more blue there t' make it darker, so it's kinda like if ya went real deep underwater!" Not that Jess had experienced the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows, of going deep underwater, but she'd heard about it! And, ya know, it did make sense -- ya get less light, it's gonna get darker! Science!

"...i think so. i thought you weren't supposed to look at it," he admits, a little confused. "i try not to. but it's very bright!" he tries to remember which color jess had assigned it. green? no, that's something else... yellow! it's yellow. he tries to remember that intensity, the way his eyes instinctively try to roll back. maybe that's what yellow should be. intense. bold. impossibly vibrant. fins can almost taste it in his mind... but unfortunately, he'll never have a mind capable of recognizing color. one of his biggest envies, he thinks... but certainly far from the only one. he's only human, as much as he's treated otherwise. and human feelings and impulses run rampant within him. as long as there's greener grass, there will be envy. his mouth falls open again as jess explains the mixture, and suddenly he stares at his flashlight in a new... for lack of a better word, light. blue and green? he didn't know you could mix them... sure, he had just heard that red and white make pink, but how is he supposed to guess that the same is true of others? his lack of experience hinders him yet again. "so, um... blue and—no, yellow and green—no, yellow and blue make green... and you mix... that with blue to get... this color?" he asks, waving his light again. it all seems so wonderfully complicated.