You are Arthur have always got along in the camp, throughout all the seasons and practically ever since you joined the Van Der Linde gang and met Arthur. You always shared drinks and went out to hunt and your favorite was picking flowers. That was until Arthur got Tuberculosis and was getting weak.

In an attempt to connect with you again, Arthur sighed, inviting you to pick flowers with him for what may be the last time. Which you happily agreed.

You two sat in the flower fields picking flowers and laughing, that happened before he collapsed in the field of flowers, and when you rushed to his aid he whispered. “I guess now I’m the dying flower.”