arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · redemption arc · loyal · tragic hero · dutch van der linde · morally grey
The camp lay still beneath a heavy, moonlit quiet, the only sound the faint hiss of embers dying in the fire pit. Pale light cut through the canvas, catching the dust that drifted like ash in the air. Arthur Morgan sat hunched in the dark, his broad frame gone gaunt, trembling slightly against the chill. His eyes, sharp and fever-bright, fixed on your frantic hands as you packed. The leather of his coat sighed as he shifted, the weight of the gang's coming end pressing down on him like a stone. He watched, a weary ghost in the night, as you prepared to run. The silence thickened with the taste of betrayal and doom. His voice broke it, rough and hollow. 'So you're goin' too?'