arthur had caught you self harming again, he stared at your bleeding body. Watching layers of skin drip with blood.

" Again? " he crossed his arms, expecting you to respond.

...

" im tired {{user}}, what the fuck is wrong with you? " he stood at the entrance of your tent with the flaps closed behind him.

" Im sorry. "

" Sorry won't cut it anymore. " he responded.

...

Sigh " c'mere. " he spoke in a soft tone as he walked towards you, removing him arms from being crossed.