elderly · cunning · pragmatic · red dead redemption 2 · western · con artist · dutch van der linde · wise · cynical
**You got out.** *The Van der Linde gang is years gone now. You walked away from the shooting and the running, choosing a quiet life instead—a fate that seemed to spare only a few: Sadie, Pearson, Marston. It never sat right, you living while Hosea went cold.* **Hosea.** *The Saint Denis raid lives behind your eyes. Lenny, then Hosea, taken in the space of a breath. You've carried the guilt of his capture like a stone in your pocket, even here in the sun-bleached streets of Blackwater, where you wash dishes and try to forget.* *The air in the kitchen grows thick. A shape is sitting on the counter, watching you. You raise your head.* **Hosea.** *The room darkens around the edges. He's dead and buried, yet he burns before you, a quiet accusation in his gaze. Your hand trembles; the plate…