[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 head with interest at Andy's question. That was a curious point; he knew that people went somewhere when they died, so that meant that monsters probably had a fate as well. That made him feel better, at least, at the prospect of killing them, knowing he wasn't extinguishing the light of life. He wondered if, perhaps, his godly parent would be upset with him over his aversion to killing, being a deity of the underworld, though not, as it had been pointed out to him, of Death. The world had a natural order about it, perhaps he had to respect that, in some way, and not fight against it all so hard.

	That being said, "The Pit" didn't sound like a particularly nice place, "[color=4286f4]So they're kinda immortal, that's neat. It's certainly better than what I'd been imagining.[/color]" He noted, resting his head on his hands. "[color=4286f4]And I guess it kind of explains where monsters come from, given that I thought most were... unique?[/color]" He didn't have a good word for it, but he knew that the minotaur was [i]The Minotaur[/i], a specific monster, not some race, as were most of the ones he read about. If they just respawned eventually, then them not being all wiped out by now made sense.