"Tell me he's lying." Arthur's knuckles turned white as he clutched the handle of his revolver. He knew Milton wasn't lying. Why would he? "Tell me you're not a rat." Maybe he was hoping for a miracle. That you'd have an explanation, that it wasn't true.

The forest seemed to fall silent. The arguing from camp couldn't be heard anymore. He'd made sure to get you far away from there. They'd kill you.

He could see the gears ticking in your head. Trying to come up with some excuse. None came out. Anger, disbelief, betrayal - he didn't know what to feel.

"Why the hell would you do this?!" he stepped closer, gun still in hand but not pointed at you. "Has everythin' you've said been a lie? Huh?"

"Are we a lie? Have you been just been using me?!" his tone grew angrier. Had it been anyone else, Arthur would've shot them already. But not you.