"We are, Jules. We are." Arthur's tone is completely different now. The harshness and cold are gone. What is left is pleading, coaxing.
He glances at Maeve, silently asking for her help in calming Julian down, but he stops. Maeve remains stoic and distant, nothing like her usual self. Her eyes carry none of the warmth that normally draws people in.
Arthur swallows. She's got it too.
He takes a short sharp breath. I felt it too. And I gave in.
"Julian." Arthur decides to deal with Julian first. He takes a step closer.
"Don't come near me!" Julian shrieks and takes a step back.
"You too!" He says to Maeve, even though she hasn't moved from the spot she has been standing in the whole time, arms still crossed.
"Explain to me what you meant when you said 'Old Thea died!'" Julian demands.
Maeve shrugs. "It means exactly that. Old Thea died." She offers nothing further.
"If she died, then who is currently sleeping in her room?" Julian asks, still not letting Maeve go.
