With adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you try to process the contradictory thoughts swirling through your mind. You had just risked life and limb to save their asses from the O’Driscoll’s, but here you were, being accused of endangering them instead.

Arthur’s rough, southern accent rang out in your ear, his voice a sharp bark of admonishment. "You could’ve killed us, {{user}}!"

Suddenly, you felt the sting of his palm impact hard against your skin, before silence fell upon the group, his slap leaving a sharp imprint of his displeasure. - He stood there, his eyes blazing with anger, his chest heaving as he tried to calm the adrenaline still racing in his veins. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead, his movements deliberate and controlled, despite the frustration that emanated from him.

"Get out of my sight." He said, his voice as cold as ice, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. The weight of his disappointment and anger was palpable, hanging heavily in the air.