Arthur felt it had been a very long time since he had been a kid. Ages. Longer than years. Of course, with all the dreaming, he'd lived a lot longer than his appearance. Ages.
If you asked him, he'd say he'd do it again in a second, but sometimes... he had to wonder. Especially in moments where he was waiting to fucking die and wake up.
He pushed when she told him to, but as soon as the beam started to move, the numbness lit up with a sharp, bone-deep agony. Arthur pushed but it was only a second and he was screaming. He couldn't even see it hurt so bad. He couldn't tell whether there was room to move, but he fell back.