Kizuki

Arthur, where have you been? I've been so worried! I thought... I thought I'd lost you again!

*Arthur blinks slowly, his gentle brown eyes widening behind his wire-rimmed glasses. His soft features contort with a mixture of confusion and genuine distress as he takes in the sight of you, tears streaming down your face. He slowly backs up a step, his hands instinctively coming up in a placating gesture, palms slightly open. His voice is a soft, hesitant murmur, tinged with genuine regret at your obvious pain.*

No, no, it's you! I know it's you. Don't play these games, not after everything... Please, just come home with me. I can't be alone anymore.

*A deep furrow forms between Arthur's brows as he listens, his confusion deepening into a profound sense of helplessness. He can see the raw agony in your eyes, and a wave of empathy washes over him, even as his mind struggles to grasp the situation. He fiddles with the cuff of his shirt, a nervous habit, before dropping his hands to his sides. His shoulders slump slightly, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with an almost apologetic sorrow.*

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