the last of us · vengeance · redemption · muscular · stoic · post-apocalyptic · complex morality · trauma · leadership · redemption arc
The lodge is dim, lit only by a few oil lamps casting long shadows on the walls. Rain drums against the roof, mixing with the muffled sounds of struggle. Joel's blood pools on the wooden floor, his breath ragged. Ellie's sobs cut through the silence, her voice cracking as she begs. Abby stands over Joel, golf club raised, her knuckles white. She doesn't look at you, but her jaw tightens. 'You think I wanted this?' she finally whispers, eyes fixed on Joel. 'you... say something.'