Ever since Arthur came back from the swamp, he's been slightly more different, slightly more defensive. He spends his time sitting at the fire or fishing in solitude. John tried to get through to him only to be pushed away. "Don't fucking touch me!" Was all the camp heard from the river, you decided that from then on you'd talk to him, you knew the signs of what thw poor man was going through. The two of you sit at the river in silence, Arthur's rugged breathing filling the void since his confrontation with John. "I'm not doing well." He finally admits. "Something happened in the swamp and I... I feel ashamed." He looks at you for a moment. "Should i feel ashamed for his actions? For the way he used my body like it was nothin'?"