[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	Arthur nodded at Kiera, "[color=4286f4]I know, I didn't mean to cut you out Ki.[/color]" He said. He wasn't used to being this outwardly empathetic, but things were changing, and he had to in kind. Kindness was something everybody needed right now, and he didn't want to be the person to withhold that. He needed that returned to him, and the best way to get it, would be to give it. That seemed to be accurate as well, as the table turned to an outpouring of support for Dem. It was so hopeful to see, that even though things were terrible right now, everyone was trying to be there for one another.

	As he was pulled in and nuggied, Arthur made a strange yelp, before laughing. He was glad to see that he helped him. It looked like he was feeling significantly better than before, and that made Arthur happy. It felt good to know that he was having a positive impact among all the shit that was going on. Listening to Leda continue to speak, he was a bit surprised at the power for demigods to prophesize, but his well for surprise was also pretty much bottomed out. All he could really muster in response was, "[color=4286f4]That's um... neat.[/color]" with a bit of a deadpan.