Well now I wish my tail was red like your hair... [Then it would be equivalent. But even as he says this, as he holds Grell's hands in his, his own start to discolor, darkening until they seem to be... well, the only way to describe it is they look like they've been drenched in blood. That's the exact color.]
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Well now I wish my tail was red like your hair...
[Then it would be equivalent. But even as he says this, as he holds Grell's hands in his, his own start to discolor, darkening until they seem to be... well, the only way to describe it is they look like they've been drenched in blood. That's the exact color.]