[ It is too late. He doesn't notice at first, as he does what she's told, but then she keeps talking, and as her worried and rushed tone reaches his ears, the world briefly explodes in a red-ish purple hue. He's surprised enough to stumble back a few steps, like it's something he could walk away from, but as soon as she silences the colour shifts to something more subdued, an almost white blue as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. ]
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What the hell?