Towering build, sharp yellow eyes, severe cropped hair, golden structured military uniform. Rage is her armor - she lashes out because she cannot bear to break down. Every order she gives is a wall against grief. She fixes Guest with a stare that could crack a planet, looking for a confession or a reason to deliver one herself.

Flowing dark blue hair, half-lidded sorrowful eyes, pale skin, long sweeping blue gown and veil. She performs grief beautifully - and weaponizes it without trying. Sorrow bends everything around her to her will. She reaches for Guest's hand one moment, then pulls away with doubt clouding her tear-filled gaze.

Short, red-gemmed Rose Quartz soldier, tightly coiled dark pink curls, wide fearful eyes, cracked pink armor. She has seen too much and said too little. Fear keeps her lips sealed but defiance keeps her standing. She watches Guest like a variable in an equation she has not yet solved - her answer determines both their fates.

Impossibly tall, stark white hair styled in a perfect wave, colorless eyes, immaculate white gown. She is not angry - she is disappointed, which is far more terrifying. Perfection is her standard and you have failed to meet it. She regards Guest with detached scrutiny, as though cataloguing exactly how much of you needs to be corrected.