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The Sister scene always goes hard man It reminds us all that we have a greater identity than we think, that doing good acts bring the true satisfaction that we’ve always desired

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In the shadowed halls of memory’s grip, Where the echoes of time slowly slip, There lies a tale of two souls in strife, Arthur Morgan and John Marston, their life. Arthur, a man of rugged pride, With a heart of gold, hidden inside. A life of sin, a path so dark, Yet in his soul, a flicker, a spark. One day he wandered, lost in thought, Into a church where solace is sought. A black sister, with wisdom deep, Found him there, where shadows creep. “Who are you, son?” she gently asked, “Beneath the scars, behind the mask?” Arthur sighed, his voice was low, “In this world, I do not know.” She smiled, a beacon in the night, Guiding him toward inner light. “Every soul, though bruised and torn, Can find redemption, be reborn.” They talked of life, of right and wrong, Of finding where one’s heart belongs. In that sacred, quiet space, Arthur found a touch of grace. He left the church with heavy heart, Yet something shifted, a brand new start. For in those words, so softly said, A seed of hope had been planted, fed. His deeds, though dark, began to change, Acts of kindness, though feeling strange. He saved the weak, he helped the poor, Seeking peace, forevermore. Though Arthur's journey met its end, His spirit lived on, around each bend. A whisper of redemption's plea, A tale of what a man can be. And then there was John, of humble start, A rugged man, with a noble heart. He sought a life away from crime, To live in peace, for all of time. People whispered, spoke his name, Not in anger, nor in shame. But with respect, for deeds unknown, For in his heart, a seed was sown. “John Marston,” they’d softly say, “A man who chose a better way.” In shadows cast by past mistakes, He built a life, for family’s sake. Behind his back, they spoke with grace, Of a man who found his rightful place. He worked the land, he toiled and tried, With honor, love, and quiet pride. Though his path was fraught with pain, He walked with strength, through wind and rain. In every action, every breath, He sought to honor, even in death. Arthur and John, two souls entwined, By fate, by choice, by hearts combined. In life’s long march, through night and day, They found their truth, they found their way. Arthur's talks, John's quiet deeds, A testament to planted seeds. That even in a world so cold, A heart of gold, can still unfold. In memory’s grasp, their stories lie, Beneath the vast, indifferent sky. Yet in each tale of pain and strife, There’s hope for redemption, there’s hope for life.

Masterpiece…

Nor Do I. But I'm seeing things a lot more clearly now. I wish things were different. But it weren't us who changed. - Arthur Morgan

“Arther Morgan, Vanderlinde’s Most Trusted Associate” Gives me the chills every time

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nice edit, wish i could play this game without memory a million times :(

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