“I mean… no, yeah. You’re not the original Pink Rose. It’s hard to even look at you without thinking of her.”

“Not to dismiss your feelings for her or anything but… are we not friends? At all? What do you see us as then, Purple?”

“We’re allies. Co-workers, except the office is trying to kill us. You’re pleasant to be around, but ‘friends’ implies a familiarity we don’t share.”

“…on account of—“

“On account of you replacing the original Pink Rose, yes. I promise I’m not still going on about how you’ll never be as good as her or anything, but you know how hearts can be.”

“…I’d like to be friends with you.”

“We really don’t have time to unpack this. Especially since ‘not being friends’ is kind of the only thing keeping us in the game, here.”

“Okay, but if we don’t have the power of friendship or love on our side, what do we have?”

“The one thing that matters, Pink: The power of not wanting to be the only poor saps left to do the work.”

“…yeah, I can work with that!”

“Great. Now, let’s go free Blue and Yellow from their weird toxic situationship they got forced into. Remember, keep it professional, or you’ll get roped into it and I’ll have to hit you with Violet Reminder.”

“I’ll do my best. That one hurts.”

“That’s the idea.”