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    Arthur wasn't thebest at asking for help sometimes—usually if it was something hecould do himself, he would just do it. However, everything here feltDISJOINTED and there was a part of him that was alittle AFRAID of what was waiting in the parts that hecouldn't see. He'd ended up stuck in some place close toreality, but he was always looking IN and not being apart OF. Not anymore. So, going anywhere else was...aconfusing idea, but he knew that he wanted to try. She'd camein quietly, though Arthur could tell when she showed up—it wasn'tlike he had many visitors, he was usually the one doing the visiting.He wasn't one to dump his thoughts out vocally, but nobody was thereto hear him but her and she'd proved to be a good listener over thetime he'd been there. So, after she sat herself down on the fencewith him, he explained just where his thoughts were. That he wantedto move around, to see something.

    It wasn't...movingon, as she'd mentioned a couple times. No, he knew what THATwas, but she never seemed to press or drag him anywhere.Arthur wasn't sure just how long he'd placed himself in thissituation—he knew he could leave whenever he wanted, whenever hewas ready, but that still wasn't the case yet. He'd seen most of whathe could from where he had sat himself, but there was also a numberof other things he wanted to check in on. He wasn't about to pressher to take him all over, as much as he wanted to checkin on a number of things and people. She seemed confident, but hewanted to figure it out first.

    He doubted thatshe had all the time in the world, but in the moment she certainlyseemed to suggest it. It was an opportunity, and he figured he shouldtake it.

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    “Not—NO.”

    His answer wasquick, almost instant. Arthur hadn't really meant for it to be soclipped, rude, but in the moment everything was just...toomuch. Even his voice sounded strange but veryfamiliar—STRONGER, not raspy from the continuedcoughing. The bleeding lungs, the sickness, he couldn't feel itanymore. He knew where he was, could recognize it all and knew justwhat mass was leaned against the rock not too far offfrom where he had wandered. He was trying his damnedest to not lookat him. He looked over at her after he had given his answer, staringwith a squint as he seemed to study her. Arthur...he'd seen herbefore. A good couple times. A strange woman who always seemed to beappearing in places he would least expect, most of which seemed toborder on blind luck and chance.

    She lookeddifferent, dressed in strange attire, but the look on her face wasthe same. He could remember everything—the fight, he knew he wouldsee the bruises on his own face if he could work up the nerve tolook. He'd...he'd been so tired, hadn't really struggled as his lungshad gave out and—well, this wasn't peaceful. It wasconfusing as all hell. Arthur kept his gaze on her, his emotionsclear on his face. There were many questions that crossed his mind.What is this? Who are you? WHAT are you?Yet, with a somewhat sobering look, he clenched his jaw slightlybefore speaking.

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    He hadn’t exactlybeen tearing down the path, but he wasn’t looking for aleisurely trot at this time of night. Arthur was still quite theways off from camp, he figured he could make it back by morning, buthe wasn’t looking to hang around the area for too long. It was a bigcountry, but nightfall always brought out some interesting folk andhe currently didn’t have the PATIENCE to deal withbeing robbed. However, as the trees cleared out, his horse let out alow sound as she slowed slightly. His hand moved down toward hisholster at the figure not too far off from them.

    However, he wasn’texpecting the voice calling out her surprise as he drew closer. Hewasn’t exactly being too quiet. He let his hand come back up to grabat the reins of his horse—hopefully she didn’t notice that he hadhis palm against his pistol.

    “Yer tellin’me…” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he pulled Vik to a stop. Out this far, he figured it was good that he saw her before she saw him. His horse seemed a little skittish, prancing slightly as Arthur reacheddown to pat her neck.  

    It was a littlestrange to see a woman by herself out this far—or anybodyfor that matter, but HE was also out there so he reallydidn’t have room to speak.

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    It was strange howit felt like it was always sitting right in front of him, yet, at thesame time, he tried his best to FORGET that it wasthere.

    It was getting allthe more difficult to ignore these days—the taste of blood inhis mouth, the rattling in his chest. Couldn't even hold a pencilfor too long to write down his thoughts, let alone draw anything.Still, he tried. Held the coughs for as long as hecould until he was alone—no nobody had to see that. Hell, ARTHURdidn't even want to see it. Kept writing, even when the handwritingwas faint and the drawings lacked the usual detail. He had to keep ittogether because damn near everything else was fallingapart around him—Dutch was getting desperate, people werejumping ship and Arthur was getting tired of warning him.

    Of course sheshowed up—Arthur's usually surprised and somewhat amused greetingfor her feel into genuine confusion and exhaustion as he just allowedher to settle next to him. He coughed softly, dry and persistent, butdidn't say anything at first. However, her question caused him toglance up at her. She always had a LOOK in her eyes andArthur could never piece together. She must have figured it out bynow—figured out who he was outside of this random manthat she kept crossing paths with.

    “No, I ain't.Never was.”

    He'd sealed thisfate through an act of violence—beating money from a sick man. Hadno business even robbin' him like that. Strauss had a FONDESSfor squeezing money from people who had no means to pay him back, andArthur was the damn SHARK. He killed people, robbedpeople—and for what? THIS?

    A wheezy chuckleescaped him then.