[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Big House (outside)
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	Arthur found himself staring pensively at Andy, and let out a small breath as he was hugged. Wrapping his arms around her, and closed his eyes, and just existed there, in that moment. This was all so much, but it would be a thing that had to be endured. If he kept himself together, if he just fought and won and they both came back, everything would be fine. Gripping his hands tight, he whispered back, "[color=4286f4]I will. I promise. Please come back safe.[/color]" That was all he could really muster without showing an amount of emotion that would have been wholly inappropriate.

	Arthur just nodded towards Kiera. The whole thing seemed so unfair, and he knew this couldn't be a new occurrence. The nature of quests probably meant that people who were close to each other got split up a lot, but it still stung. He wondered what exact mechanism fate worked by, did this serve some greater purpose, or was it just the way things were? If these prophesies existed, why did they need to [i]try[/i] to follow them? Wouldn't reality just make it so? Did they actually have the ability to choose how to act, or were they just being puppeted through a future that would always come?