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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
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	Arthur mirrored Andy in a way, taking a step closer as well. He couldn't hear her, but he knew it was important to stay close to the people who you could trust and who you had, and that was Andy right now. He needed her more than anything, and a part of him knew that that need was reciprocated. Everything felt so terrible, but maybe things could be a little better as long as the two of them were together. Even if that meant that didn't stay at the camp forever, they could be safe and maybe even happy together.

	Taking her hand again, he squeezed a little, before turning his attention to Alannah, "[color=4286f4]So she just abandoned us for no reason?[/color]" He asked, a little coldly. The sea of monsters? Bermuda triangle? Circe? These terms meant little to him, outside of having faintly heard conspiracy theories about the triangle. He didn't understand why she would just leave them. That didn't make sense in his head. They were, it seemed, at least kind of friends, and to just abandon them all seemed cold, and a little sociopathic.