Denouement: The resolution of a mystery.
It never stopped bothering her. Why would someone as straight-laced as Arthur carry a loaded die as a totem? By now they'd delved into hundreds of dreams—she'd seen his hand dip into his pocket countless times. By now, she could have picked it out from a line-up. But she had to know why?
But weeks of snooping yielded no results. Finally, she tried the direct approach out of desperation. And at first, Arthur had simply looked blankly back at her.
"A totem doesn't have to be significant. It's just an item, I picked it at random," he went back to his drafting board, clearly not longer interested in continuing the conversation. Ariadne could taste the resounding failure and had resigned herself to never obtaining her coveted answer. That is, until Cobb looked up from his research in time to see her disappointment.
"Actually…" Cobb began and Ariadne perked in her seat. "That's not entirely true." Cobb leaned back into his chair with a smirk. "He got it from Eames."
That took a moment to process. "What?" She turned back to Arthur accusingly. "What happened to having a totem that no one had touched. You're the one who taught me that!" Arthur didn't answer, but his dark brows were furrowed and his body seemed to be a collection of tensed angles and lines
"Yes, well… sometimes you can bend that rule, especially if you know the person would never screw you over," Cobb said, turning his knowing grin to Arthur.
"So… someone you trust," she said, mulling the weight of that information. "You trust Eames?"
Arthur's ears turned red.
((Author's note: I always thought the fact that Arthur kept a loaded die to be suspicious, especially given his relationship with a certain gambler *cough cough*I know, I should be shot.))
