[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Zeus's Cabin[/center]
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Shaking after what had just happened, he immediately wanted to shove away from the hug, but kept himself from doing so. Instead, he leaned into it, tears streaking down his face. At any other point of his life, he would've thought Ledaa was providing a comforting lie, something to keep a child happy, but with what he knew of the world now, he believed her. She would be a princess of hell, something that, in all honesty, he thought was befitting of her.  He opened his mouth, and closed it again, wanting to say something, but all that would come out if he tried to speak would be something unbecoming of him. 

He nodded into Leda's shoulder, and pulled back for a moment. "[color=4286f4]Thank you Leda. I... I'm sorry, that was bold of me.[/color]" He looked at Andy, before averting his eyes. He hated that he'd done that to Ash's body, but he hated even more that he subjected Andy to it. All they could do now, he thought, was as Leda said. They'd keep living, the only thing they could do to honor Ash's memory. He hoped that Andy would be okay, and wouldn't hold what just happened against him. He couldn't stand to be alone after what's happened, and the thought that he reaction would force one of his friends away from him scared him to death.