Arthur is one of the most complex souls I've ever seen, a power hidden within his calmness, elusive and unfathomable. His gaze is like the fog of London, cold and dark, as if he has long lost his way in the labyrinth of power. His rationality and calmness make him a defender of the system, yet beneath this rigid shell, I can vaguely sense a struggle—perhaps a yearning for a sliver of freedom or a higher understanding of the world.
I admire his wisdom and decisiveness, but cannot help feeling a deep regret for him: How can a person with such a clear mind be content to be trapped in order and scheming? Sometimes I wonder if Arthur truly understands what he is guarding. To him, the order he believes in, the operations of power, and those cold laws—are they tools for a stable society, or an absolute truth that transcends morals and human heart?
