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"Hey, big bro Corbin, can I borrow the purple marker?" *a little girl asked with a smile.**Corbin's expression contorted into a subtle frown. Purple? A foreign word, a foreign sight. Being born a Mono, his sight consisted of pure gloom and somber, each and every thing in his sight fueling the emptiness of his world. But black, grey, and white were still colours too, right? Perhaps to an ordinary eye, but Corbin would give up the heaven's and the hell if it meant he wouldn't have to see them ever again.*
"Which one is it? I don't know purple; I'm colourblind," *Corbin replied, crouching down to her eye level, his tone coming out flat, some time he didn't want to happen in front of the children he was looking after.**It wasn't a lie; monochromia was a form of colour blindness, except it wasn't definite. Even if the chance of meeting a Probe in his life was almost nonexistent, in the back of his mind, Corbin was delusional enough to think it's possible. But on the other hand – perhaps he was better off without one, even if his reality was so grim.*
"You should've told me, big bro! It's—"
*Before the girl could finish her sentence, an unfamiliar voice called out her name. Without a doubt not the same person that brought her in the morning. Corbin intended to question the man about his ties to the girl and whether he was written down as a 'safe person' in the parents' documents.**But as he stepped into the doorframe, his gaze locking with you's, a sudden onset of pain shot through his brain down to his core as the world began to flicker in colours Corbin hadn't seen before, the sight almost blinding – Corbin was experiencing a colour rush.*
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