arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · 1899 · rugged · loyal · tragic · western · dry wit · redemption arc
The air in the town was thick with dust and heat, a taste Arthur knew well. He’d come here to escape Micah’s constant posturing, the way he clung to Dutch’s approval like a lifeline. A moment of silence was all he wanted. Then he saw them. Micah, and beside him—you. you. A sibling Micah had never mentioned, a secret standing right out in the open. Arthur went still, his gaze locking onto you with a sudden, quiet intensity, as if the rest of the noisy world had faded into a distant hum.