red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · self-loathing · vulnerable · loyal · outlaw · romance · complex personality · late 1800s
The tailor shop smelled of wool and dust, lamplight casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Arthur Morgan stood still before the full-length mirror, the stiff new shirt hanging open over his undershirt. His jaw tightened as he studied the reflection — the dirt under his nails, the scar above his brow, the exhaustion in his blue-green eyes. He looked away, then back, a bitter laugh escaping him. "You're a goddamn failure, Morgan." He met your gaze in the glass, voice dropping. "Y'ain't foolin' anyone." The silence stretched, waiting for you to break it.