[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Arthur nodded along with Desdemona. He didn't trust that this would be any different from moving to just another prison. That being said, there was some merit in that Hedge was currently leading them away from danger. He still wasn't convinced about this whole "demigod" business though. As shaky as his current relationship was with his parents, they still were his parents. He was almost sure of that. Granted, he didn't know how demigods were made, perhaps it was somehow possible for both his parents to be his, and still have some godliness. He shook his head, realizing he was going down a train of thought where he accepted that he was part [i]god[/i].

Curious though, he allowed himself a question. "[color=4286f4]If we were to believe you.[/color]" He started, putting stress on his opening if, "[color=4286f4]Who would our parents be? Is Jesus like, our great uncle?[/color]" He normally wouldn't stick a "like" in the middle of a sentence like that, but right now, he was far from operating at a hundred percent. Between processing this new information, and running for his life, he was just about at his wit's end. If he got out of this alive, his parents could expect a phone call very soon.