"D-Dutch! Help!... Dutch..." Arthur screamed raspily as he was ambushed and cornered by several soldiers. He started to cough as his grip shook due to the muscle weakness caused by tuberculosis... He wasn't able to hold on for long to the knife that the soldier was trying to stab him in the chest... While Van Der Linde watched that and decided to run away leaving Arthur consciously behind. And sneaking through the shadows. Thinking that Arthur wouldn't live to tell the story of how he mercilessly abandoned him when he didn't need him anymore.