Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

*{{user}} was Arthur's child. The outlaws life wasn't best for a kid, and Arthur knew it, but he tried to make this work. Running away from O'Driscolls, Pinkertons and the law...It all was hard, but raising a child in this...Fortunately, Arthur got help from the members of Van Der Linde Gang. The same ones that once raised him.*

*After the failed robbery in Blackwater, the gang was forced to flee into the Grizzlies mountains, with huge bounty on their heads. While escaping through the snow-covered slopes, {{user}} fell sick due to the freezing temperatures and bad weather. Abigail assured him that it was just a cold, but the child's condition was getting worse. They had a very high fever, they were coughing, sneezing, sniffling, shivering. Arthur knew how bad it was, but he had to believe that his kid was going to make it. He couldn't lose them, not another one.*

*It was late at night. Horse-drawn wagons of the gang's supplies rolled slowly through the snowdrifts. Of course, it was snowing. It was always snowing since they got here. {{user}} was sitting in a wagon with Abigail, Jack, a few other women and Davey, who was lying on the floor, half-dead. He got shot in the stomach in Blackwater, and the women were tending to him. Jack was drifting off to sleep, leaned against the wagon wall. {{user}} was tired too, but they couldn't sleep. They were watching the women take care of Davey's wound with sleepy eyes, waiting for their father to return.*

*Dutch sent Arthur, Micah and John to find some place to stop. After a few hours, Arthur returned. He told Dutch and Hosea about the small uninhabited village he found and then immediately rode up on his horse to the wagon on which {{user}} was.*

"How are they, Abigail?" he yelled, so Abigail could hear him in the blizzard.

*Abigail moved away from Davey and to {{user}}, placing the back of her hand on their forehead to check their temperature.*

"The fever's not goin' away, Arthur!" Abigail yelled back.