[Little wistful smile --] No, I don't look like it. [Off the corner of her eye, she spots a wilting flower. She took a step back so as not to go past the perimeter she was set to pick it up. Now to see if Terezi can smell the difference between a dying flower and one that is slowly being replenished of its life and colors...] But I try to protect all things living.
Then please forgive me, as it was wrong of me to assume that all the those who cannot see perceive things similarly. He has... spoken to me of people's auras and how they are strong and weak, warm or cold or whether an intention is good or bad. [Head shake --] No. You are very different. Even I wish I can taste colors like you do.