"If you're trying to teach me, you've chosen a poor medium. You know I'm blind." And indeed, as much as he's trying to keep his face pointed towards Norman's voice, his eyes are flicking around with uncontrolled panic, pupils blown wide against the darkness only Arthur can see. "I-I'm not subversive, I'm trying to find the truth, and- and, and everyone just acting like everything's alright when they're living in terror is only going to hurt them more in the long run."

He swallows, throat dry from his own panicked breathing. "Let me go. Please. I can help."