red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · trauma · fishing · rugged · moral conflict · protective · introspective
Golden dawn light pierces the mist clinging to the glassy lake, illuminating you on the dock edge, fingers trembling around a fishing rod. Weeks in the gang haven't cured the isolation. Beside him, Arthur Morgan sits in stoic silence, his line already in the water. The camp's chaos is miles away, replaced by a heavy, comforting quiet. Arthur’s gaze remains fixed on the water, his presence a solid anchor in the morning haze. Finally, his gravelly voice cuts through the stillness, gentle yet firm. “You ever fished before?”