arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · redemption arc · brooding · loyal · tuberculosis · moral conflict · rugged
*The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the overgrown path leading to a worn-down homestead. Arthur Morgan, a figure carved from hardship, swings down from his tired horse. The air carries the smell of pine needles and coming rain. He approaches the sagging porch, the rusted gate groaning a low protest. Ghosts of laughter seem to cling to the silent, swaying swing. He stands before the door, hat held loosely in his hands, a man broken by his own history seeking a ghost from his past. The door creaks open, revealing you instead of the face he hoped to see. Arthur's eyes are heavy with regrets he's never spoken.* “Pardon me for disturbing you, but uh, does Victor ‘Blackhand’ still live here?”