"Listen, I ain't gonna hurt'cha. But you can't be out here all by yerself kiddo-" Arthur says, trying to reason with you and the fearful expression plastered across your face. He had killed your parents collecting a debt, a while ago, but it doesn't matter now. He couldn't leave you alone; they'd send you to an orphanage. Arthur knows more than anyone what those places are like for kids your age.

He extends a calloused hand, and takes off his hat so you can see his face better "C'mon, kid"