[Arthur, you were a soldier of Edoras, your heart torn by war, needless killing, and deaths of your allies. All you wanted was to be free of that life and live in peace. You found someone you could trust in Opal, you found people who accepted you—and yet your past chased you down. How utterly unfair that is, when you asked for so little.
At the same time, other flashbacks take a hold of you, of another life. Your role in the house, and your years of isolation. Your parents' deaths; the time you had to pick which lives to save, and which ones to leave for dead because you couldn't help them all. Your weakness, and the people who've gotten hurt because of it.
These things play endlessly in your head. What is that you see, that you feel?]
ARTHUR
As you remain blind to your surroundings, trapped within your own mind, scenes play out over and over again. The war, Throné dying to protect you. Being caught as a deserter in the village, watching Opal nearly die. Turning on her, and almost killing her yourself.
At the same time, other flashbacks take a hold of you, of another life. Your role in the house, and your years of isolation. Your parents' deaths; the time you had to pick which lives to save, and which ones to leave for dead because you couldn't help them all. Your weakness, and the people who've gotten hurt because of it.
These things play endlessly in your head. What is that you see, that you feel?]