[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Hallway -> Top Deck[/center]
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	Talking to Des, Arthur visibly froze when he saw Ash in the corner of his eye. That wasn;t supposed to be possible, she was dead and gone, not at all supposed to be here on the ship. Quickly enough, something told him exactly what she was. A ghost, and fragment of who she used to be. He supposed being a son of Hades lent him some predilection for certain traits, and that included some instincts around the undead. He felt his heart beat quickening, everything feeling bad and wrong. If she was here, that meant she wasn't resting, she wasn't enjoying her afterlife with their godly father. 

	 His voice breaking, as he broke off from Des, and approached the ghost, he called out, "[color=4286f4]A-ash? You're n-not supposed to be here.[/color]" He was shaking from head to toe, eyes welling up and struggling to keep himself from crying. "[color=4286f4]G-go away! Please![/color]" He was lashing out, it's not that he didn't want her with them, but rather that he didn't want her like this. "[color=4286f4]You deserve to rest, and that's not something you can do here.[/color]" He bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't be around for long, since he had no idea how to actually put her to rest.