Arthur lowered his head, watching you sit by the grave of your mother - his wife. Your funeral clothes were a bit dirty from the grass and dirt, but that was the least of his concerns.

Your father crouched down next to you, placing a reassuring hand on your back. "Hey, kid.." he whispered, his voice quiet. "You'll be okay."

Of course Arthur was grief stricken as well -- his wife was his world -- but he knew the pain of losing a mother all too well; he'd be there for you, unlike his own father.