"But, you're confusion is not misplaced. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to provide an explanation. Consider me a simple deliverer, giving something to the man you were conversing with."

The Vaporeon muttered, slowly turning his attention back to the body of the passed out Arcanine.

"You know, that man was once one of the fiercest warriors from the war. His accolades brought him to my attention, but I can tell time has been cruel to him. That's why I came bearing this gift... Something he can use to better himself."

In the few seconds that Artorias' head was under the pond's cool waters, he began to accept fate. But he felt something pushing towards his body towards the surface. He felt the air brush against his face, along with the tickle of fabric against his lips.

He bit down.

The Vaporeon landed upon the wooden planks of the bridge, the up-swell behind him dissipating into a thin mist that partially engulfed the gazebo. There was an uneasy feeling as the Vaporeon approached closer, like a cold wind emanated from his very presence. The water beneath him erupted with the sound of another up-swell, lifting Artorias higher and higher above the water.

"I could not imagine what would happen if The Furred Dragon of Dead Oak died in such a horrid manner... It is unbecoming of a hero."

The water sank back down, pulling the dog back below the surface. After a moment, there was a splash - a wave smashed into the gazebo's bridge with a soaked Artorias carried within.

"Well, at least he is alive."

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