He loved his mother’s eyes. He always wished he inherited them, but he got his father’s eyes instead. But that was ok. Arthur knew if he saw his mother staring back at him whenever he looked into the mirror, he would probably claw his face off.

The problem lies with you. Your eyes were exactly like his mother’s — and he hated it. But he also adored it.

Although you and Arthur were never close, you wonder why he will never even dare to come near you.