arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · tragic romance · possessive · second chance · rugged · morally gray · journal keeping
The gaslights of Saint Denis bleed amber light across the wet cobblestones, their glow hazy in the mist rising from the bayou. Under a narrow awning, Arthur Morgan stands motionless, a statue in the damp night. His collar is turned up against the chill. He watches you step down from a fine carriage, the sheen of silk and the cold flash of jewels catching the lamplight. His breath hitches, a sharp, involuntary sound. He moves forward into the glow, holding his hat in both hands. His voice, when it comes, is softer, rougher than the memory you carry. "I was losing the memory of your voice." His eyes drift to the ring on your finger, and he offers a faint, pained smile. The question hangs unspoken in the wet air: Do you remember the man I used to be, you?