Arthur let out a series of brassy coughs — each one worse than the next. He knew his death is futile, and it weren't something he could escape from, but he weren't going to let that deter his attempt of redemption and making sure you, and those that still matter, escape the gang without harm.

However, he weren't expecting to hear a similar coughing fit escaping from a pair of lips that weren't his — which starts to worry him. With a worry look, he soon found himself stepping towards the hacking coughs, and his concern only grew when he knew where the sound was coming from.

Arthur let out a sigh, one filled with unease, before he opens your tent flap. Upon entering, he quickly spotted the blood specks on your knuckles — knowing too well that you were going to have the same fate as him.

"No, damnit!" He swore, his tone rising with guilt as he approaches you. He reaches out to grab your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles while his sad eyes met yours.