[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Arthur was surprised for a moment by Leda, who was taking now to try to help him control his powers. He nodded weakly as Rebecca introduced herself, and meekly took the moment to shake her hand. "[color=4286f4]I'm glad you'll be able to help me.[/color]" He said, looking for something similar to an appropriate response. On literally any other day, he'd be visibly eager about the opportunity, but today was a day like no other. "[color=4286f4]I'm Arthur, yes. I'm... not sure at all how to use these powers properly, so any help I can get would be appreciated.[/color]" He agreed.

He didn't know much about who Hecate was, that was a goddess he didn't think he'd ever heard of. "[color=4286f4]Erm, sorry, is your mother a death deity as well?[/color]" He asked. He didn't like being ignorant, so he went straight to asking. As far as the funeral went, he weakly nodded at Leda. "[color=4286f4]Let's get on it then.[/color]" Honestly, he wanted this to be over more than anything. He knew it would hurt a lot to put on the funeral, but he hoped that once they were past it, things would get better.