was going through my videos and went through the five stages of grief all over again
one of the saddest details in chapter 6 imo is how after doing missions w lots of action arthur will have to sit down to rest and you can literally hear how his breathing and coughing gets worse and worse each time :(
I don’t know if this happens in every play through, but the first time I played RDR2, the day after Molly’s murder, Dutch was standing in front of his tent alone and pontificating about how much he loved and would have given his life for the gang members. He was going on and on about it, but hardly anyone was listening to him. Think about it: something intense had happened in the camp, and yet the gang wasn’t gathered around him to hear his speech like they would have been at the beginning. Dutch, who, in the past, could have talked anyone into anything with his silver tongue, was now unable to compel anyone with his words. He looked so… pathetic. The woman who adored him had been murdered in front of everyone’s eyes, and yet he was there trying to make himself look better after what had happened to her.
Dutch was nothing but a phony. A small, weak, self-centered jerk, and nothing else.
Ok here’s the Chapter 1 of my first long fic in the fandom! Dutch/Hosea and Dutch & Arthur.
Summary: In which Dutch mourned Hosea, took vengeance against and captured by Agent Milton, went on an epic getaway trip with Arthur, and learned to accept the fact that he was only human. For his part, Arthur was just trying to make sure everyone was fine before him greeted by his own death. To do that, he needed to push a little bit harder.