Blue is the colour of the mirror that crawled up Zoe's arm, and it was cold, oh so very cold. The mirror was broken into a thousand and one peices every night, and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put it back together again, walking on eggshells.
There was so much blood, but not enough to pay the piper of Hamelin, who took all the children away. Blue robbed Peter to pay Paul, but Peter ate all of the orange pumpkins, and there was nothing left to eat.
Until the remembering came. The terrible remembering of the truth. It was beautiful and warm and apples were thrown at the steps of the plaza. There was happiness. Blue is not Red and Green, unlike the wonderful handyman who made a drill into a lathe - that was funny, but Red Green looked scared for real, it must have been dangerous. That was a show that went downhill when it had a budget. On the uphill slope, it just kept climbing, but when it got easy, they lost sight of who they were, just like Blue did.
Losing sight of who you are makes things easier, you don't see it, and it can't touch you when you don't see it. But it tries, and it stirs, and it made a pool of orange blood in Blue's stomach and the blood is spilling out. FF0000 was red and that wasn't Blue, but blue isn't Blue either. Blue is something else, but the orange blood isn't the answer, it's just the forgotten truth that was waiting inside.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain - the emerald city is not far away. The scarecrow has been found, and he has turned into the tin man. The lion's journey is not complete.