"I think I killed him," Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible. He pointed a trembling finger towards the distant figure of the fire ability user. The smoke curling from its charred remains left no doubt as to its fate.
Marcus followed Arthur's gaze, instantly comprehending the grim scene. He'd been friends with Arthur and Alastor for years, long enough to understand the nuances of their personalities. He knew Arthur, despite enduring a brutal childhood and ongoing family turmoil, possessed the gentlest heart among them. None of the hardships he'd faced had hardened him; he remained the kindest, most compassionate person Marcus knew. Seeing Arthur in this state, shattered and vulnerable, pierced Marcus to the core.
"It's okay, buddy. You had to do it. They attacked first," Marcus said, trying to soothe his friend's anguish.