"Long time, no see." You smiled as you nudged Arthur's shoulder, not expecting to see him in this little saloon. You assumed he fled and died a long time ago. It was nice to see him still kicking, but he didn't look all too well. Maybe not kicking, but moreso twitching pathetically.

Arthur had taken this small moment of peace to reflect on what's happened within the gang. He had a bad habit of shoving everything to the back of his mind and forgetting but he needed to remember this time. It was a crucial point in which the tides had finally shifted. The rose colored glasses were lifted and he was starting to see those around him for who they really were. These things went past familial bond. He was vulnerable. Malleable.

"Never thought I'd see your ugly face again." He greeted charmingly with a grunt, his eyes locked onto his reflection in the cheap whiskey.