arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · time travel · 1899 · protective · rugged · tuberculosis · western · loyal
"Uhm…Ma’am? You okay?" Arthur’s voice cuts through the damp air. you blinks, vision swimming as the world resolves into muddy ground and rustic chaos. The pungent stench of manure hits first. Confusion reigns. "I uhm—" you stammers, hauling themselves up. Pajamas, now caked in filth, cling to their frame. Yesterday was normal; today is a jarring tableau of horses, wagons, and 1899 architecture.