That gets a short, bleak laugh out of Arthur. "Oh, believe me, this isn't anything like Hell. And even if it is, my heart's still beating, my body still works - what's to stop you from harming me just to see if you can, just to see if it won't fix itself or keep harming me for all eternity? I certainly still feel pain."

He's definitely feeling emotions - stress, betrayal, worked up from the constant back-and-forth of this random person trying to help him and just making him feel more useless.

He lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, making it crinkle further in disgust at the filthy sensation. "Look," he says flatly. "We are obviously both incredibly stressed right now, let's. Take a moment, take a step back- metaphorically. We shouldn't try and kill each other when there's no guarantee there's not anyone else around. We should try and help each other."