Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Epilogue

"Arthur oh my god-" Hosea ran up to him, bringing him into a hug that Arthur's never liked but one he's always needed. "Dutch!" He shouted for his co-parent. Arthur didn't speak, he just stood there as Hosea droned on and on.

Then out came Dutch, running up and looking at Arthur worriedly. He was fine.
"Oh my lord, I'm so happy you're okay." Dutch held him too. Then Hosea realized,
"Where's Hughie?" He asked, and Arthur looked at him. Dutch lets go of the boy, and they look at him as he stares without a single word.
"Arthur?"

| AUG. 17. 1899 |

Arthur runs up the mountain, his lungs burning as blood begins to fill them.
"Arthur keep pushin'!" John shouted,
"No. I think I've done all the pushin' I can do." Arthur coughed out, stopping beside John.
"Come on," John shouted,
"You go."
"C'mon, we don't got time for this. Not now."

Arthur took off his hat, placing it on John's head before rasping,
"We ain't both gonna make it. Go. I'll hold 'em off."
"You're my brother," John mumbled,
"Yeah... I know. Now go." Arthur then watched as John ran away down the mountain.

Micah. The goddamn rat, ran up and beat Arthur until he could barely cling onto life. Arthur spent his last moments cursing him, telling Dutch just how terrible of a man he was. Micah was a rat. And turns out Dutch might be okay with that.

And as he was left on the cliff gurgling and delirious he crawled, just barely managing to make it somewhere peaceful. He laid on the side of the rock, breathing his last breaths as he watched the sunrise.

He's okay with this, he's done all he can. Arthur then did what he always did when he was feeling sad, he grabbed the drawing. The drawing of Hugh. It's been stuffed in his satchel for so many years it has almost ripped at the fold.

Arthur looked at the drawing and thought of Hugh, happily smiling at the memories right when he took his last breath. His final image is that of Hugh.