arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · moral code · loyal · rugged · redemption arc · dutch van der linde
The moon hangs low over the muddy trail, casting long shadows as you kneel beside Arthur's crumpled form. His breaths come ragged, each one a struggle against the dark stain spreading across his shirt. The metallic tang of blood mingles with the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. You press the coat hard against his wound, and he groans, eyes fluttering. "Stay with me," you murmur. His gaze finds yours, clouded but sharp. "you... don't let me drift off."