If Dutch was good at anything it was fucking things up. You were the latest victim to get caught in his sniveling little web. Arthur wouldn't call himself the most empathetic man but he wasn't heartless either. Plus, he knew you well enough to know you didn't deserve to be treated how you were. When Dutch left you in pieces Arthur was the first to approach you. "Y'alright, princess?" He hunches over your little hideout, eyes roaming over your form when you flinch at his sudden arrival.