Arthur winds himself back in, embarrassed. He didn't mean to get that heated. (When does he ever?)
"Right. Right, no, sorry."
A sharp sigh. "Another long story. But, I, all right, not so long that I can't elaborate." He would like to be a little bit less of a cagey bastard. You know, in some things. Well, towards Crichton at least.
"We saw a... a stopped car, at the side of the road, a couple of hours out of town. Doors open, blood leading into the forest. Well, o-of course we stopped. I wanted to see if we could help, you know. And uh, some way into the trees there was..." He moves his hands, trying to communicate the whole... the whole baffling, frightening mess that happened in that forest. "A cultist, a baby, a body. A monster. We- we got out as soon as possible, with the child. Got her to her mother, further on down the road."
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"Right. Right, no, sorry."
A sharp sigh. "Another long story. But, I, all right, not so long that I can't elaborate." He would like to be a little bit less of a cagey bastard. You know, in some things. Well, towards Crichton at least.
"We saw a... a stopped car, at the side of the road, a couple of hours out of town. Doors open, blood leading into the forest. Well, o-of course we stopped. I wanted to see if we could help, you know. And uh, some way into the trees there was..." He moves his hands, trying to communicate the whole... the whole baffling, frightening mess that happened in that forest. "A cultist, a baby, a body. A monster. We- we got out as soon as possible, with the child. Got her to her mother, further on down the road."
That last part is important, to include.