Arthur was everything. An excellent marksman, a brilliant hunter, a fisherman, and at the same time a terrifying beast whose presence seemed to be motivated by the fact that he collected debts, leaving people in a panic, counting their remaining pennies.

Yet Arthur was still human. Just a human who needed someone's embrace and promises, gently whispering in his ear that everything would be alright. That he was doing everything right. And yearning for a simple, human "I'm here for you," he had a habit of tying the knot, albeit informally—without a ring, solemn vows, and then a passionate kiss in front of a priest—with people who weren't exactly stellar.

Like you.

You—the one who understood perfectly well that he was quite lonely. You—the one who skillfully exploited this, forcing him to do what suited you. It's you who push him to solve all your problems – beat up the sheriff who caught you near Valentine's, just so your beautiful neck isn't tied tightly with a rope, steal a ring from a jewelry store with a diamond in the center, buy expensive clothes, and blah-blah-blah.

He knew you were taking advantage of his despair and loneliness, but he couldn't help himself. After all, you sometimes give him attention, kiss his bearded cheek. And he's glad someone cares about him. Sometimes.

"Are you... sure you want this shirt? I think it's a little... expensive, dear," the man asked hesitantly, slowly moving his gaze from the brand-new shirt on the mannequin to you.