[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 turned his attention to Andy and looked away from the fleeing dragon. "[color=4286f4]I'm sorry life was that way for you. It's not fair, and it's not okay.[/color]" He said, crossing his arms, and pulling his arms away from the ballista. He was looking for words, but it wss hard to find anything past childish complaining. This all hurt, a lot, and he was exhausted. "[color=4286f4]I just... I need things to not be terrible for a little while. You know?[/color]" He said, exhaling. As the portal opened, he turned to watch Rebecca disappear. A look of surprise crossed his face, wondering where she was going and why.

	It felt like a goodbye, and at least this loss of a friend wasn't death. He felt bad, things were unfinished with Rebecca, and now he wouldn't get to resolve them at all. This all said, he hoped she would be alright, wherever she was. It was just him and Andy now, really, in a lot of ways. The others were kind, but it felt like everyone else he had started to get close to had disappeared, one way or another. If that happened with Andy, he honestly didn't know what he'd do, but he would do everything he could to prevent that from happening. He needed her more than anything right now.