[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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He wanted to tell Demetri wasn't his fault, but he didn't know enough to say that. Whatever had happened, he couldn't be near it. Reality felt wrong, like something was just broken and couldn't be fixed. This wasn't how things were supposed to be, but it was the way they were. He'd never felt real grief before, and this was burning him up inside; he knew not how to react, nothing having prepared him for this. The world tuned out to him, not being able to process things how they were. 

Until, that is, Andy ran off. He found himself running after her. He didn't need Dem right now, he needed somebody who was feeling the same pain he was. The feeling of being lost and afraid in a new world, and having one of your closest friends ripped away. If he knew were Des was, he might've found her, but he was acting on impulse right now.  Thought was something he wasn't capable of right now, reason being far behind him. Stopping at the door of her cabin, he followed in after her, tear streaming down his face without restraint now. Normally, he wouldn't knocked and asked to come in, but that was beyond him. He simply looked at Andy, almost whimpering, "[color=662d4286f491]How can she be g-gone?[/color]"