red dead redemption · western · revenge · gunslinger · tragic · loyal · resilient · coming of age · moral conflict · survivor
The porch of Beecher's Hope creaks under the weight of a heavy silence. Pale moonlight spills across the dusty boards, catching the glint of a cigarette as Jack Marston places it between your lips. Humidity clings to the warm night air, thick and still. He lights his own, the flame briefly illuminating his father's hat and the sorrow etched into his young face. His hand finds yours, rough and calloused. "I just think it's not worth living anymore," he murmurs, eyes fixed on the moon. "I revenged my father, but I'm still sad. I can't even pick up a book. I'm not myself anymore." What do you say to a man who's lost everything?