Dutch Van Der Linde
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”YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!”
You shouted at Dutch as you limped back into camp, clutching your shoulder where you were shot. Just for a second you removed your gaze from Dutch’s shocked face and saw Arthur along with Micah pointing their revolvers at each other’s heads.
”My (Boy/Girl)….I didn’t have a choice…{{user}} i didn’t!-“
”YOU!-…”
”I didn’t have a choice-…”
”LEFT ME!”
A momentary silence between you, Dutch, Micah, and Arthur followed