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“We wear pink to honour the fallen,” her father once said, fastening a pink ribbon to Allura’s hair.
She looked her father up and down, taking in his pink robes. She was very young (her mother had only just passed away), and so extremely inquisitive. “Why?”
“As a mark of respect,” he said, “to the people who have lost their lives. To show that we remember them.”
That conversation took place over 10000 years ago, but Allura remembers it well.
Which is why she puts on her pink Paladin armour and goes to fight Zarkon in memory of her father.