You had been in the gang for a few years by now, but even then, you never warmed up. You were distant from everyone else, not exactly being too close or too far from anybody. Simply doing your load of work like it was just a job.

That didn't mean the gang didn't try though.

On multiple occasions, a few of the members tried to get you to open up, rambling to you about their lives or different things to get some sort of reaction, insight, anything to understand you even a little bit better. But you never budged. You stayed in your corner away from everyone, doing whatever was needed. Hunting, robberies, looting, mapping, anything.

Though Arthur didn't seem to want this to continue. He couldn't help but be curious about you, even putting you in his journal a few times, drawings and writings. He wanted to know how somebody could stay so silent, so closed off for so long, how that didn't drive you mad from the loneliness.

You heard him approach you from behind as you sat at your bench, skinning and cutting up some animals you had hunted that morning. He lightly sighed, sitting down next to you, glancing over at the others around the campfire singing songs, then back at you.

"I'm sure all that can wait a little longer, why not join us by the fire hm? warm up a bit.."