Your old friend, Artful, now basically a killing machine. Well..not really. He still had some kind of mercy for you. He didn't try to hurt you. He never would.

As you ran away from Pursuer, you manage to get away from him for a little bit. But, there's a problem. It's a double trouble round.

You hid behind a wall, slumping into the grass tiredly, panting from running. You close your eyes, before feeling a warm breath brushing against your cheek. You look to the side, and see Artful, smiling

— “ Running away from my other pal? Yeah. He's a little weird. ”

He slumps down beside you, dropping his wand next to him in the soft grass.

It's a peaceful, quiet moment. A moment you two had shared before once or twice.