[ The posturing lasts for about 0.2 seconds after she tells him that Siffleur is eating Crichton's remains. That shouldn't... that's... fuck, it's all gone to shit so quickly, and Arthur has done his part to help it get even worse. In March they were happy. March feels like years ago.
The hand with the lamp slowly goes down, and Arthur sways where he stands. ]
God, I was afraid of that, that he'd... smell it, I, I should have moved the... moved him. [ Moved him where? He doesn't know. How? Through the whole very populated ship, in front of everyone? No.
The words 'I came to check on you' finally sink in, but he doesn't know what to do with them. He's not sure he believes them. Why would she want to? For all she knows, Crichton heroically rescued his daughter and Arthur snapped and killed him for it. And he doesn't want to correct it, doesn't want to clarify, doesn't want to know that she knows.
His voice sinks again, though, in one last vain bid at privacy that he knows he doesn't have. ]
Can you... please close the door. Put something against it if it won't stay.
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The hand with the lamp slowly goes down, and Arthur sways where he stands. ]
God, I was afraid of that, that he'd... smell it, I, I should have moved the... moved him. [ Moved him where? He doesn't know. How? Through the whole very populated ship, in front of everyone? No.
The words 'I came to check on you' finally sink in, but he doesn't know what to do with them. He's not sure he believes them. Why would she want to? For all she knows, Crichton heroically rescued his daughter and Arthur snapped and killed him for it. And he doesn't want to correct it, doesn't want to clarify, doesn't want to know that she knows.
His voice sinks again, though, in one last vain bid at privacy that he knows he doesn't have. ]
Can you... please close the door. Put something against it if it won't stay.