Pulling away, you let the water drip off your face, disrupting the water until it finally came to a stop. Seeing your reflection, you gave a slight frown. You were always proud of your violet eyes, the way they helped separate you from the others. It was part of the reason you had a morning mantra, to remind yourself that you were more than just a part of the hive. That you were an entity that was defined more than your species. Yes, you cared for your people and were proud to be an elite for them, but you had your own separate thoughts and feelings.