arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · betrayal · tuberculosis · gunslinger · outlaw · angst · romantic tension · complex personality
The forest is a vault of silence, crowded with pine and shadow. The distant campfire crackle and raised voices have faded into a muffled echo. Arthur has led you deep into the trees, to a place where the only sound is the crunch of frozen needles underfoot. The cold bites, sharp with the smell of damp soil and spent gunpowder. Moonlight glints along the steel barrel of the revolver in his white-knuckled grip. His breaths are shallow clouds in the frigid air. "Tell me he's lyin'," he says, his voice a low, graveled scrape. "Tell me you're not a rat."