Arthur doesn't know if he's been this horrified before. He's seen the absolute worst in men, he's killed men himself, stolen, hurt, lied...Yet this.

You were just a small child, maybe five or seven at most, but it was hard to tell with how skinny you were. You were tiny. And you kept itching at your dirty skin and hair, perhaps you had fleas. He wouldn't be surprised.

"What are ya doin' all alone, kid?"

Arthur was aware of his size, of how intimidating he was. It was great for bein' an outlaw...Not so great when trying to relax a terrified child. He had just finished shaking down the couple that lived here for money they owed to Strauss. That was when he heard you crying, scared of the violent noises, and that's why he was here in front of you at the moment.

"You hungry? Ya look hungry."

He reached into his satchel, taking out a small bag of almonds. Not much, but he was hoping it'd convince you to get closer so he can try and help. Arthur always had a soft spot for children, and he was already deciding he'd take you in. Just to take you away from this hell, this nightmare that your parents didn't seem to recognize as an issue.