Arus had heard Hannah's voice. He hadn't even by the time her father got to truly calling him Prince heard it really. It was just now catching up to him. "Did he just call me prince?" he says in confusion. He just kind of stared. "I have the pendant now." He says. Pulling on the golden chain and pulls the pendant out of his shirt. It drops onto his shirt and shimmers in plain view. Letting it rest on his chest. He hadn't yet looked at the papers but when he did the reaction wasn't going to be pleasant. He heard the phone call but it didn't process for right at that point his gaze settled on the newspaper clippings clippings. At first there was dead silence. His eyes quickly reading over the big bold headlines. Over the large print of the paper clippings. Some of them he knew. Others he didn't. Reading the first line his eyes grew wider and wider.<br/><br/>Suddenly he let out a horrified and terrorfied scream and his hand suddenly flew from hers as his body flew backwards into the wall. His hands in his hair on either side of his head. His knees pressed against his chest. His back pressed hard into the wall. His body shaking hard. The papers having flown all off the table and were laying scattered around and on top of each other in various places on the floor. His eyes filled with horror, pain, terror, anguish...and tears. A single tear made its way down his cheek as the images rapidly flashed through him. Each image matched to the story headline it went with. Images of the condition he had been in when the newspaper headline happened. "Make him put them away. Please. I don't want to see anymore. I don't. I don't want anymore reminders. I live with the memories...I don't need the reminders. People are going to judge me. They already do because I am...was...poor. Please Hannah..." he begged. Another tear making its way down his cheek. "I just wanted to leave the past behind me. I wanted to escape it in memory and in body." His composure not as strong and in fact the sight was clearly a guy traumatized by what he just saw and realized. The pendant in plain view now due to it resting on his knees.<br/><br/>He looked up at her. "I don't care if I'm prince I still want to be your friend for who I am. For who you are." He says. Searching her for an answer to a question he hadn't asked.