[Jamil supposes it won't matter, then, when their umbrellas inevitably get mixed up. Unless one ends up getting more beat up than the other, which feels inevitable.]
Then...
[He grabs an umbrella that is currently ruby red, shifting toward a more blood-red hue once he grabs it.]
For your eyes. Not that it'll stay that color, but...
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Then...
[He grabs an umbrella that is currently ruby red, shifting toward a more blood-red hue once he grabs it.]
For your eyes. Not that it'll stay that color, but...
[Jamil looks away.]