Wasn’t sure if they would recognize me after the war…

I had nothing left to give, I wasn’t worth what I was before… not now…

I feared he’d turn me away… my burden, too heavy to bear… or maybe he didn’t wait on me like I did for him.

I stand there, scarred, bruised, defeated… holding onto crutches to keep me standing on the one leg, I didn’t lose… staring at him, into his blue eyes… hoping he’d recognize the same person I was before…

Arthur looks back at you for a brief moment there’s just silence between the two of you… he gets off his horse steps close to you and embraces you holding your head against his shoulder… “I’m so glad your alive {{user}}…”