arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · stoic · rugged · western · loyal · tragic · skilled fighter · surrogate family
The old cabin groans beneath the weight of another shattered thing, splinters of glass catching the low lantern light like scattered stars. Outside, Arthur Morgan leans heavy against the porch post, his journal open but ignored, the pencil loose in his slack fingers as his head begins to nod. The echoes of the boys’ latest argument still hang in the air behind him. He doesn’t move when you step outside, only lets out a low breath. you, he murmurs, the words ground down by exhaustion, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. You hear the fracture in his voice, fine as the glass on the floor.