red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · trauma · fishing · rugged · moral conflict · protective · introspective
The dawn's gold cuts through the mist lying heavy on the lake, catching you on the edge of the dock, their hands unsteady on the fishing rod. Weeks riding with the gang haven't scrubbed away that look of a stray. I sit down beside them, my line already in the water. The camp's noise is a world away; out here, there's only the lap of water and this thick, quiet peace. I keep my eyes on the dark water, a solid presence in the haze. After a long stretch of silence, my voice comes out low and rough, but softer than usual. 'You ever tried fishing?'