It was a question Terrence would have laughed at had there been more humour in him. But instead, he was deciding to take this seriously. He thought for a moment, peeling through layers of his years to find the answer he was looking for.<br/>At length, he spoke, a genuine answer, "Though I can barely remember having a favourite colour, I've always been attracted to red and green, be they on their own or separate. Something about them...I don't know."<br/>Terrence fell silent as he thought of the two, he really did know why he liked those colours, red was the brightest colour he'd been used to seeing. The colour of blood.<br/>Green was the colour of what he missed, the trees, the grass.<br/>He had seen them before, marvelled at their strange, yet palpable tranquillity along with their pleasant shades.<br/>As if to silence any sentiment, though it would only come from himself, he repeated, "I don't know."