Typhon's Point of View

Dwardew

“How is he?” General Kheri inquired.

“He-“

“Ask him yourself!” Arthur’s voice cut in.

I sighed as I looked at the surprised Zugal. “Restless.” Was my response.

“I heard that!”

Opening the door to his room, Arthur sat in the same chair he had been for the last several days. Some water, even less food, and no sleep. He remained steadfast in his recovery. Although it was the weirdest recovery process, I’d ever seen.

Arthur watched us as we entered, and I spoke. “He’s quick to anger and has almost no filter.”

He looked at me. “Wow. Rude.”

“Priestess Elincia said it will likely get worse due to his energy lowering from his healing process. All of us expected this, just not to such a strange degree.”

“Why don’t you tell her I paint my toenails too!” Arthur said in a huff.

Kheri looked at me surprised, before turning back to him. “Do you paint your to-“

“No, but it’s the principal.”

“Of getting your toenails painted?”

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Arthur didn’t answer, and I sighed. “As I said, a very strange set of circumstances.”

“Fuck you!”

Kheri was quiet for a moment. “Right…” She then turned back to me. “You said he has almost no filter?”

“Oi! Right fuckin here!”

I nodded, and she turned to him. “How did you-“

“I’m not going to answer any questions.” He immediately stated. “Already fucked up in that regard.”

The General turned to me with a raised brow. “Captain Harlow asked him a few questions and received less than savory answers. He was a little unnerved.”

Arthur once again spoke up. “I was being honest!”

“Those questions were?” General Kheri inquired.

With a sigh, I answered. “Why Arthur was in such a foul mood, which escalated to all the people he hates. Apparently, it’s almost everyone.”

“Not what I said!” He cut in again from his couch. “I said that I hate everyone equally and when I first meet them. I let people set the tone during our first couple of meetings.”

“You hate everyone equally?” Kheri repeated.

“Yep.”

The General continued. “Any specific race for any specific reason?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Hate them all. Fuck em.”

Using her hand, she placed it on her forehead in annoyance as she shook her head. “Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate? Especially for the highest-ranking military personnel in our forces?”

Holding up a finger, Arthur gestured to her. “I told your Priestesses that was a bad idea. I’ve also told them to take back their title. Being a knight fucking sucks.”

“Fine.” Her hand flopped back down to her side. “I still don’t see why this would unnerve Harlow.”

“There were talks about libraries.” I answered.

“Libraries?” Kheri repeated.

Arthur answered. “I need the Dwarven library to find a different library.” Kheri just shook her head. “Why do you care?”

“I really don’t.”

“Then make like a tree and fuck off!”

“You’re definitely in a mood.”

I frowned as the two went back and forth. “Yeah. It’s called the mood of the potato because that’s essentially what I am until I get my limbs fixed!” Shaking his limbs, he was starting to get extremely frustrated. “How about I cut off all your limbs and see how you do!?”

Kheri frowned as well. “I can see why Harlow eventually became unnerved.” She said to me before turning back to Arthur. “How much longer until your limbs are healed and you can start regenerating your energy?”

“My energy ‘is’ regenerating. I just keep using it.”

“That’s the problem. How much longer until your wounds are healed, and you’re not so on edge or irritable.” She inquired, and I quickly grabbed her arm.

Arthur stood for a moment before he moved in front of us, which made me frown. “I’m sorry my mood and condition is such a problem for you.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

He bent over, so his face was directly in front of hers, which got her to pause. “Then how did you mean it?”

The Zugal looked away down. “You are a powerful individual, Arthur. Surely you can understand our concern about your erratic behavior.”

Scoffing, Arthur’s gaze shifted to me. “Typhon was smart enough to screen my visitors, and I know I told people to leave me be.” It looked like he wanted to continue, but he began coughing as he backed away, which was followed by some blood. “Forgive my poor mood.” He said sharply as he wiped the blood from his lips. “Keep everyone out unless it’s Lady Turiel or the Queen with information on what I asked.” Arthur ordered me before he stumbled back to his couch and wheezed.

“Sorry.” Was all Kheri said as she excused herself.

“Arthur-“

“You too.” He told me.

Pausing at that, I eventually moved to the door before I looked back at him. “Call me if you need me.”

“…” I received no reply.