[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Arena[/center]
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	The oddest mix of relief and total disgust was brewing inside of Arthur. On one hand, his sister was not given by name, nor was her cabin, so there was no risk of him being swarmed. On the other hand, however, was the fact that they didn't even think of her enough to honor her with her name. This didn't sit well with him at all, and if he hadn't just lost his sister, he might've taken this up with Chiron personally, but he honestly didn't have it in him right now. As Leda rested his hand on him, he steadied himself, gently removing her hand, and mumbling, "[color=4286f4]Thanks.[/color]"

	He was not conflicted, however, on the seething anger he suddenly felt upon finding out the details of Ash's death. The skull, that had been given to her as a gift from their father. He was, in his eyes, responsible for Ash dying, without a doubt. Whatever his godly father was thinking, whatever he was planning, he couldn't forgive something like this. Taking the life of somebody he cared about, no matter the justification, hurt him in a way that he couldn't explain. He couldn't be here right now, not in a place built around the worship of these gods. He needed to go, and it seemed he was given an option to do that. "[color=4286f4]If I can, I'll happily join the group going to this Jupiter.[/color]" He announced.