Ben sounded confident, but it was hard for Art to believe him when he'd sounded so fucked up just a moment before — Art took a step back anyways, as if to give Ben space for the first time since he'd admitted that things weren't alright. Ben couldn't just be fine now, because — well, Arthur didn't feel fine, and he wasn't sure he believed that Ben could just feel fine again right away, because if he could then, well, what the fuck was wrong with Arthur.
"Five, but - none of those are going to kill anyone, right?" Art said, audibly nervous - he and Selwyn had very much decided that no one was going to die. And no one was going to die; the thread Art was hanging on by would definitely snap if Ben died, he would have to find a way to get them out of this if it was an actual risk. But — was there a way out of this? Or had they all just committed to it, and now they were pulled along by the magnetism of the choices they'd made, in the same way that the casino's gravity kept dragging Arthur towards it.
"Five, but - none of those are going to kill anyone, right?" Art said, audibly nervous - he and Selwyn had very much decided that no one was going to die. And no one was going to die; the thread Art was hanging on by would definitely snap if Ben died, he would have to find a way to get them out of this if it was an actual risk. But — was there a way out of this? Or had they all just committed to it, and now they were pulled along by the magnetism of the choices they'd made, in the same way that the casino's gravity kept dragging Arthur towards it.
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