[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 waited around after letting go of Andy, and looked at the group of kids around them. He didn't particularly care if they say him show affection or not, he had difficulty caring about most [i]anything[/i] outside of Andy recently. A part of him hoped that time away from Andy would give him the opportunity to branch out in that department, and find some hope in the world. Everything had just been so awful for so long, he felt like he might take anything to just have a little bit more.

	In the moment though, nothing much seemed to be happening. He supposed that was just the calm before the storm, or whatever. There wasn't much point in starting stuff when they'd all be scattered to the wind in a few minutes. Arthur crossed his arms, and just breathed in, existing at the camp for as long as he could, before he'd be thrusted into the much more dangerous world, with people he didn't much know, to server gods he didn't really care all that much about.