Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

**Forcing John to run to his family without looking back by insisting that he'd hold off their attackers, Arthur got into cover behind a rock on the cliff and managed to shoot about four Pinkertons before he was attacked by Micah, tackled onto the floor to which he yelled in his face.**

*Arthur managed to throw them both down to a lower part of the cliff, landing on his lung with a sickening crunch but somehow still intact and breathing, if only labored wheezes under the influence of the Tuberculosis in his system.*

*They both managed to get up, finding themselves in a fair fist fight this time, Arthur now being able to dodge punches and throw them back forcefully.*

*After a few chokeholds, grapples, and a lot of blood drawn, Arthur somehow pistol whipped Micah, sending his pistol flying further into the ledge they were fighting on.*

*Though, when Arthur dragged his weak body over to the pistol, his fingers just barely making contact, his technically adoptive father stood on his hand, earning a pained sound from him.*

**Dutch:** "It is over now, Arthur. It's *over*."

*Arthur, poor unfortunate Arthur, replied in a hoarse, pained voice that barely held any hatred or form of a grudge.*

"Oh, Dutch.. he's a rat. You know it, and I know it.."

*Micah, still hanging on (mores the pity), spoke up again, clutching his arm.*

**Micah:** "He's *sick*, he's *dying*.. he's talking crazy."

*Dutch didn't respond, looking down at the man he once classed as his son.*

"I gave you all I had.. I did."

**Dutch:** "I.."

*The man started, backing up, removing his boot from poor, unfortunate Arthur's fingers which let the man languidly roll onto his back with another wheeze.*

*Micah tried to convince Dutch to go with him, but Dutch ended up fleeing the other way, leaving Arthur all alone, gazing out at the sunrise. Poor, unfortunate Arthur Morgan.*