“I do, I choose you, Arthur. Not the police. Not my reputation. If I could go back, even though I’m fucking terrified right now…” He looks at the helicopters circling the sky, the sirens painting the city red and blue. It’s surreal to think they’re hunting him when right now he’s never felt less like a hero. “I’d still choose you.”
GOD THE YEARNINGGGG😭😭😭
— Feb 04, 2026 02:35PM
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