[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
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	Arthur huffed at Rebecca, crossing his arms, and looking away. It didn't feel fair, and he said, "[color=4286f4]Then it sounds like there isn't much difference between monsters and gods.[/color]" It was complex, and he was confused, and hurt. He always thought these higher beings, should they exist, would be nice and kind, or at least not cruel and capricious. He softened for a moment, "[color=4286f4]I'm... sorry.[/color]" He mumbled, averting his eyes. "[color=4286f4]It doesn't feel [i]fair[/i]. I didn't ask for this, I don't wanna be a kid of one of these monsters, I wanna be normal. I [i]was[/i] normal.[/color]" He said, trying to keep himself from shaking.

	Arthur looked Rebecca in the eyes, and continued, "[color=4286f4]It just... It felt like so [i]little[/i].[/color]" He said, gripping his hands, "[color=4286f4]She barely said anything, and she was killed. H-how is that [i]good[/i]?[/color]" He couldn't think of anybody he ever met who would murder somebody for the few words that were imparted by Des, especially so quickly. It was hard for him to find light in this new world, it felt like even with the gods and magic, there still was no good, just power. He supposed that was what Rebecca said, but it felt so wrong, it felt [i]evil[/i].