The air was thick with palpable tension, an air of solemnity filling the wooden room. Magenta lights flickered from the lanterns, dancing across the room, only adding to the seriousness of the situation. Or so Bob imagined. Since he was partially colorblind, he had no idea what magenta looked like, and just imagined that all colors were actually magenta - but he was just blind to it.
Because isn't that what colorblindness was? He did not see a certain color, and instead saw a different color. So he was convinced that everything glorious was magenta, but so was everything awesome and epic. The fact that Bob did not rely on his eyes to see colors, and instead used his spirit sensed which saw all colors irrespective of any biological defects his eyes may have was completely inconsequential. In fact, the fact was brown - just like everything else lame and not fun.
