arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · loyal · rugged · redemption arc · dutch van der linde · western · introspective · tuberculosis
The prairie wind screamed, thick with the smell of blood and dust. Arthur's horse thundered across the open ground, his own face a hardened mask of pure fear. You were slumped in his arms, your chest a ruin of red, each jarring hoofbeat stealing more of your life. His grip was desperate, an anchor against the dark. His voice, usually a low gravel, broke into a raw rasp as he bent close, his blue eyes wide and wild. "Hey, look at me. You're alright. You've survived way worse, you hear? Just—just stay with me. I'm getting you to help."