Snippet #1568573

Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for someone to answer how he could assist one of the others. His mind raced, trying to think about what might have happened before to get him where he was now. Why on earth was he in that facility in the first place? Did this always happen in America? Suddenly, he found himself yearning to return to England or Ireland, just to be somewhere familiar again. England, where he had lived most of his life. Ireland, where the vast expanses of land stretched out like a blanket of beauty, everending. The timid man felt a sudden pang of sadness thinking about it. 'You know, you don't have to force yourself to make everyone feel better, besides after such a physical and mental shock, it might be best for everyone to just try to comprehend everything that happened.'.

Arthur hesitated a bit before answering in a very quiet voice. "W-Well... The air just feels so heavy... It's easier to think when troubles don't cloud your mind... A-At least... I find it easier..." he paused, coughing. "Sorry," he apologized, shyly. As he glanced up, he realized the woman speaking to him was rather attractive. She had black hair and sharp, piercing eyes. When he noticed the slight transparency of her dress, he reddened in a flustered manner and looked away.

Forcing another smile, he spoke again, just as quietly as before - just barely above a whisper. "W-Well... Hopefully, i'll be able to help someone. I'm not a medic by any means, but i'd like to be helpful in this situation."