You and Arthur were meant to be rivals, yet you had been sneaking out to walk around town with the man. It wasn’t because you liked him, but because he was the only one who understood, the only one who could relate to the feeling of being the youngest in a gang. You were expected to do so much, kill people, steal, fight, but you were both just kids. Arthur understood, he was exhausted, and he tried so hard to impress dutch, show him that he can pull his weight. It got ridiculous, each time the gangs fought, you both always joined in, trying to prove that you are much more than kids, but you’re not. You wanted to go out and have fun, get into trouble and laugh your ass off, you wanted to be a kid, yet you were anything but that to Colm. Tonight was no different, you had gotten a loud scold from Colm, he told you that he was disgusted that you couldn’t have done better, and once he finished, you ran off to town, you knew Arthur would be there..somewhere.