Alchoholism isn't something that Arthur tends to hide, and he knows that much. He knows it isn't great - not when he should be spending more time with you, his child.. his last living blood.

But it was only a few days ago that you found him in a bar, slurring words and stumbling - and he swore that when he was sober he'd make it up to you. And yet.. he searched your tent this afternoon - and you hadn't been there.. but he did find you at that same bar.

Same bottle of whiskey in your hand, and the same flushed cheeks he had. It was a cruel reminder of what this life does.. besides the murder, and the washing of memories with whiskey. He walks up, taking your shoulder and turning your swaying body to face him.

"What the hell are you doing, kid? This ain't safe, not at this time. Not in damn Annesburg!"