[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Zeus' Cabin[/center]
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The funeral was not an easy thing for Arthur, but having friends and people to support him there let him make it through. Happy to have been granted a stay in the Zeus cabin along with Andy, he didn't speak much before passing out. He didn't have the mental or emotional energy for anything like that. He wish he were granted a restful sleep, but he wasn't. Thoughts of Ash kept him from sleeping for too long, between images of her body, and overwhelming sadness, he couldn't calm himself down. Tears stained the pillow he exhaustively clinged to, not so much waking up, as giving up on the notion of falling asleep.

Arthur looked over blankly at Andy as she asked if was hungry. He wanted to say no, to lay in bed. He wanted to have the strength to say yes, an get up ready to face the next day. Neither of those things, would be his course of action though, he just inhaled, and said, "[color=4286f4]I guess.[/color]" This would be the hardest part, he told himself, continuing business as usual after what had happened. This is was the part nobody thought about, when considering the tragedy that is death. There's the shock of the loss of a loved one, and then the eternity after, so if he thought about it that way, he was halfway through all of this.