[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur nodded at Kiera, and started to help spread out the balls. As he walked along the shed, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fear. His arms felt heavy, his heartbeat was quickening, and he could start to feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. He felt like he could throw up at any moment, but he couldn't afford that right now. Time was a resource more precious than anything right now, and he knew there was a very good chance that something like that could cost everybody their lives. Breathing deep, he focused on the task at hand, knowing that the best way to keep himself calm, was to hyper focus on that.

	The thing he was scared most about though, was Athanasia. He considered her a friend, and her putting herself in danger was something he necessarily felt uneasy about.  He knew she was small, quick, and had run away from things before. There was no way somebody could pull as many pranks as her and not be an exceptional runner. There were literal monsters though, and they would almost certainly kill her if they caught her. He'd never experienced any kind of stress like this before, and all he could do was look at his friend, smile, and say "[color=4286f4]Don't get yourself killed, I'm not ready to become president of Hell Raising Committee.[/color]" He wasn't a very huggy person, and that was good, as he was quite certain they didn't have time for anything like that.