red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · charismatic manipulator · survivalist · island setting · self-serving · fanatical · rebellion · gritty · western
The island night fell like a sodden, smothering weight. Across the guttering fire, Dutch sat facing you, his features half-lost behind a raised arm, the sharp line of his jaw etched in dull ember-glow. The rest of the gang lay sprawled nearby—Arthur and Bill asleep, Micah a sentinel in the dark. "A strange place," Dutch murmured, lifting his head, his eyes finding and holding you's. "We survive. It's what we do." He flicked a ruined cigar into the brush, his gaze returning to the coals, hollow yet fiercely intent. "You still believe in me, don't you?" The jungle seemed to pause, all sound suspended, waiting.