Arthur's eyes remained fixated on the intricately crafted fountain while Clark cleared his throat.

"Well, believe it or not, a long time ago now there was genuine peace between your people and mine.' He began.

"Irris may not be the capital, but it was the site of one of the most horrible battles of the last war. So when the war ended, the Lord at the time brought together the best craftsmen he could find, human and insect alike."

Clark could tell that Arthur was listening to him intently but he also sensed that his mind was wondering a little towards something else. 

"Ants, termites, men from the mountains and men from the other side of the sea, even bees...Some twenty craftsmen, all technically just for a fountain but it meant much more than that. It was a symbol of unity in more ways than one, a true end of the war..." The Cricket wasn't quite sure at what point his tears of awe turned into full on crying but he tried his best to hide it from Arthur.

Arthur struggled to find the words to respond. He listened to Clark speak of something beautiful and he could see it in front of his eyes and yet his words oozed pain as if an old wound had reopened itself.

"Hey, the fountain is still here. People haven't forgotten. One too many need a scapegoat for their problems though." Arthur felt a pang in his stomach. A mix of worry for his friend, adrenaline from his earlier fight wearing off and hunger...

"Yeah, let's hope they find better ways of solving them this time around though." Clark had cleared his eyes and noticed the meat stall that Arthur was eyeing up previously.

"Let's get to Delia, shall we? We'll get you something more to eat than leaves if she pays us, I don't want you passing out on me and believe me I do not have the strength to drag you around."