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Arthur actually moved back further in his cell when it was opened, seeming a bit frightened and timid. Slowly, he stepped forwards. "U-Um..." he pressed his back against the wall away from them. Normally, this would be uncharacteristic of him, but at this point in time, he found it appropriate. However, he did reply, politely. "P-Pleased to meet you Claude." he said, awkwardly. "My name is Arthur... A-Arthur Love Valenstone." he said, voice still rough from it's disuse, far from it's former smooth chime, which sounded soft, more like a gentle hum of a voice.

'Someone, please, give me a hand! Arthur flinched, reacting immediately, just out of habit and instinct. He turned to Claude and the girl he did not know the name of before bending forward at the waist and bowing his head forwards a bit - a bow. "I-I'm sorry. T-thank you for bothering to help me, I'm sorry for wasting your time. I apologize for m-my rudeness, but i must take my leave." he said quickly before looking down at the scene at the end of the hall and dashing down towards the commotion, worried for whoever it was. He hoped whoever it was wouldn't be too hurt by the time he got down there.

He found himself having to slow down halfway there as he found it slightly more difficult to pull oxygen from the air. As he passed more rooms with faint voices in them, he thought about stopping to open them. In fact, he did stop and open most of the doors just a crack before running towards the scene again. "H-Hey!" he yelled, grabbing the back of one of the men's uniforms and yanking them back with all his strength, which sadly, he found wasn't very much. "Stop! You're hurting him!" he yelled, stating the painfully obvious. 'Please be alright!' he yelled in his mind.

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