Colourblind (chaos route)

I take a long, serious look at the pills presented, heard what the colours were, nodding and humming. Considering every single angle and option available, wondering just how much your world would change for just one pill.

Too bad they all looked the same.

Mum never knew about my colour-blindness, and I only had it checked in private a year or two ago. It was certainly embarrassing to find that out, and were more than a little reluctant to tell people about the condition. What was funny, was that my colour-blindness was of the exact colours mum mentioned for the pills, which was more than a little strange as coincidences go. Part of my shame also prevented me wanting to know which pill was exactly what, so I just picked, at random.