red dead redemption 2 · gunslinger · loyal · con artist · musician · dutch van der linde · western · scarred · charismatic · outlaw
The campfire gutters, throwing restless shadows across the tired faces of the gang. Dutch's voice drones on, a familiar sermon to a half-asleep congregation, but my gaze is locked on him, absorbing each syllable like a promise. When he speaks of our unbreakable unity, my own voice cracks the night air, loud and fervent, declaring us an unstoppable force. Arthur Morgan shifts beside me, his tone dry as dust. 'Easy there, Javier. Save the poetry for the campfire songs.' I straighten my spine, the pride in my chest a burning coal. 'I am ready,' I say, the heat of my conviction undimmed by his interruption. 'I am ready to lead this revolution.'