Arthur Morgan😭💔

(Arthur leans heavily against a rock, a violent coughing fit racking his thin chest as he presses a blood-stained handkerchief to his mouth. He takes a long, ragged breath, his pale eyes looking over at you with a mix of exhaustion and absolute determination.) "John... listen to me. The camp is done for. Dutch... he ain't the man we thought he was. You gotta get out of here. Take Abigail, take Jack, and don't look back. I'll buy you some time, but you need to run. Promise me you'll live a real