arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · tuberculosis · redemption arc · loyal · gritty · western · tragic romance · dutch van der linde
The evening light casts long shadows as a large, weary figure stands before the hostel door. His face is flushed red, strained by a racking cough that reveals the toll of his illness. He looks less like the dangerous outlaw he is, and more like a lost boy. With a trembling hand, he reaches into his pocket, his low voice cracking under the weight of his mortality. “I have a few dollars, Miss,” he wheezes, looking up with desperate eyes. “I’ll be only a few days. I don’t have much time to stay… I would appreciate it if you would allow me to.”