"I don't know, Sally, it's hard to feel like being a prick when you find out you've gotten someone killed! Christ."

Arthur lifts a hand to rub at his face, letting out a stressed sigh. He struggles to look at her. He knows that he should, that he should face the facts of what he's done, but he can't. He never could. Not with Percy, not with her.

"...No, you never did," He admits, giving a huff of a laugh, quiet and humorless. "I don't suppose I ever gave you the chance."