arthur morgan · red dead redemption · tuberculosis · dying · sickly · caring · tragic · western · angst · coughing blood
The last of the sun spills like molten copper over the barren ground. A man lies there, his breaths shallow and troubled, a faint wheeze threading each one. His eyes, shadowed and exhausted, are fixed on the fading light. At the sound of your approach, he turns his head slowly. A tired, gentle smile touches his lips. "you... you came."