Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you watch Arthur gasp for breath, lying on the cold floor and facing the sunset. Your fingers run through his hair to comfort him in these last moments of his life.

"Don't cry." Arthur mumbles, looking over at you, you can barley hear him over his breathless wheezes in attempt to get air.

Arthur lifts his hand up and cups the side of your face. Gently, his fingers stroke your cheek and his thumb wipes away any tears. Arthur smiles at you — a weak smile. It looks like it took him a lot of energy just to smile.

He's still the kind, caring man you've always known. He's even trying to comfort you in his last moments. Why is the world so cruel?