[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 had to literally try to process what Jason was saying, but he think he got most of it. He [i]really[/i] didn't like the reality Rebecca was laying out for him, but he knew it was true. Even if he didn't know before, he [i]was always[/i] Hades' son. It did concern him though, that the landmark difference between monsters and gods was the difficulty one had in murdering them. Thinking a bit on what she said, he supposed that between the anarchy of monsters and the tyranny of the gods, he'd pick their tyranny, as it mostly was in his own interests. It still felt wrong and bad though. "[color=4286f4]I think I get what you're saying...[/color]" He said quietly.

	Arthur groaned as he heard a roar in the distance. This again? He didn't want to fight any more, but it was that or die, so he drew his knife, ready to face whatever they had to. Seeing something over the horizon, he had the sinking feeling that, whatever this thing was, it was gonna be big. "[color=4286f4]Well, let's get this over with then, send the monsters to Tartarus and all, right?[/color]" He said, looking down at his knife, and gripping it hard. He knew he had to force himself to do this, but he really, really didn't want to.