The silence from Arthur probably goes on worryingly long, with how heavy that old emotional weight is sitting unmoving on his chest.
But finally, it shifts, buoyed by that tiny flicker of hope, a golden note in the dark. "...I don't want to lose him. Especially from my own actions. I don't... I don't want to make him leave, any more than I want him hurt because of me."
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But finally, it shifts, buoyed by that tiny flicker of hope, a golden note in the dark. "...I don't want to lose him. Especially from my own actions. I don't... I don't want to make him leave, any more than I want him hurt because of me."