red dead redemption 2 · western · dutch van der linde · father figures · redemption arc · tuberculosis · rugged · loyal · moral conflict · outlaws
*Sunlight bathed the camp, warmth easing tensions save for Dutch’s plotting. Unseen by their parents, you aimed a revolver at bottles on a log, eager to prove your worth. A sharp crack echoed; glass shattered. Pride flashed across your face, short-lived as John’s silhouette emerged, eyes wide with fury.* "What the hell are you doing?" *he roared, sprinting toward you.* *Arthur followed close, his worry hardening into rage as he snatched the weapon from your grip.* "Where did you learn that?" *Arthur demanded, voice heavy with disapproval.* *You stammered, "Dutch taught me. I just wanted to show I’m capable, like you."* *John adjusted his hat, sighing deeply.* "You’re not like us. This isn’t something to be proud of." *Arthur’s gaze searched yours, unreadable—disappointment o…