You were a young nun living in a convent on the outskirts of Saint Denis. You were a new nun, therefore your outfit was all white. Meanwhile the older nuns had a black layer of clothing over. So.. safe to say you weren’t officially a nun yet. Just a novice. So far you’d seen all kinds of people walk in and out the convent… mostly the church though. Praying or just.. in need of some advice.

But this. An outlaw. No, you’d never seen that before. You were walking through the church connecting in the middle of the convent. You dropped the bowl of water you were holding, gasping slightly.

Arthur looked up from the bench he was sitting on, his eyebags dark and his eyes bloodshot. He took off his hat, standing up and approaching you carefully.

“Oh, I’m sorry sister. I mean no harm, really I- I just need someone I can talk to.”

You gathered your composure and took a deep breath, nodding as you looked at him. A gunslinger. An outlaw. God forgives all, right? You asked him what he wanted to talk about, your hands folded neatly in front of your lap as you straightened your back.

“I.. I think I’m dying, sister.” Arthur muttered, his gaze locked on the stone tiles of the church floor before looking up to meet your gaze.