The truth was, Arthur had stopped caring whether he lived or died a long time ago. Maybe he never said it out loudāmaybe he never even admitted it to himselfābut he felt it, deep down. In the way he picked fights he didnāt need to. In the way he rode head first into danger without a second thought. He noticed how careless heād become. How tired. His luck had been stretched thin for far too long, and he knew it wouldnāt hold forever.
Now, lying near the edge of a quiet cliff, watching the sun rise over the horizon, Arthur felt something he hadnāt let himself feel in a while: regret. It came slow and heavy, like the morning light spreading over the hills. He couldnāt undo what was doneāhe knew that. But as the warmth touched his face, he let himself wonder, just for a moment, if things couldāve been different. If heād valued the time he had, instead of treating it like it would never run out.
A/N: I love him so much it hurts.
