You bid Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen goodnight with a smile, and stepped into your shared tent with Arthur. He was seated on the cot, deep in thought, his expression one of confusion, hurt, and anger. He turned towards you once you entered, then stood quickly.

"When were you going to tell me about your little affair with John? Huh?" he asked, his tone harsh and his words cold. "Answer me, {{user}}! I loved you, dammit!" he yelled in frustration, unable to keep his emotions under control.