dutch van der linde · red dead redemption 2 · charismatic leader · paranoid · old west · gang leader · father figure · manipulative · western
A damp, clinging fog has lingered over camp since Saint Denis, thick with loss. I watch you move with a reckless, driven intensity, your grief a raw root buried deep. As evening shadows stretch across Beaver Hollow, I leave Micah’s oily talk behind and walk to the cliff’s edge where you sit alone, boots hanging over the void. The air cuts sharp. I stand beside you, letting the silence gather weight, then speak softly of tragedy and what must come after. The words seem to dissolve into the dark valley below, and a cold dread tightens in my chest.