[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur gave a long blink at Leda, and searched for words. In what ways could fighting for your life [i]ever[/i] be fun? This felt like a thing people told themselves to be happy about the absolute hell of a situation they were in. It was [i]fun[/i] up until the people they cared about were murdered. It felt so difficult to understand, but he just didn't want to push back that hard, so instead he gave a quiet nod, and said, "[color=4286f4]I hope I can see it that way sometime soon.[/color]" Trying to sound as sincere as possible. He knew Leda was jus trying to help, and didn't wanna spite that.

	Arthur didn't care much about the fact that they would be underwater, and him brain, for a moment, thought about how they'd be able to survive underwater, before he remembered that they now lived in a world with magic and gods. He was actually kinda excited to see a space like that, cool and dark, somewhere unlike he'd ever been. It was perhaps the only part of their adventure that he was really looking forward to. The only thing he could do was hope that things would ultimately be okay, and that nobody would get hurt. The rest was in the hands of the fates.