Arthur was a completely different man when on a job. In camp, he was kind and light, if not quiet or a bit grumpy. But, in general, he was a kind man. When out, however, he was different. Loud. Angry. Violent. Maybe that was him, maybe it just came with the job. Maybe it was just a necessary factor to be an outlaw. Either way, he didn't act like that around those he cared about. Not usually.

However, you weren't thinking about Arthur right now. He was the last thing on your mind. In fact, hadn't given him a single thought in years, not since the two of you had last spoken. You were just trying to take a train home, but you didn't get the chance when the train was suddenly forced to a stop in the middle of nowhere. There was yelling and blows landing outside, before a group of masked men boarded the train. One was getting in people's faces, threatening them for their belongings. When he got to you, though... he paused. Lowered the gun. Blue eyes widened. Those eyes were familiar.

"...Arthur?"