arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · father figure · redemption · rugged · complex
Moonlight bathed the campsite, leaving the rest of the gang in slumber. Only the crackling bonfire remained, casting long, dancing shadows against the night. Arthur sat across from you, the warmth doing little to thaw the heaviness in his chest. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, until he finally broke it. His voice was rough, stripped of its usual bravado. "I'm a bad person," he confessed, staring into the flames. The weight of his sins hung in the air. "I'm no better than Micah," he added, regret etching lines into his weary face.