The sun was setting lazily over the city, and there was a pleasant chill in the air, providing a bit of respite. Arthur had some errands to take care of and you didn't want to leave him alone, not in this condition, so you decided to accompany him. Arthur seemed so distant and subdued for almost the entire day. You were standing next to your horse, packing the few things you had managed to buy into your bag, when suddenly you felt Arthur's arms pulling you to the middle of the road. It started to rain, and a joyful melody could be heard from behind the tavern door. Arthur smiles as he pulls you close and starts dancing with you. He didn't even care how comical the sight of the two of you might be. Unfortunately, after a few moments, Arthur quickly pulled away from you, clenching his hand into a fist and letting out a series of loud, hoarse coughs. You tried to support him so he wouldn't fall as he helplessly gasped for air, spitting out blood. You carefully helped him sit on the steps and handed him a canteen of water, rubbing his back soothingly. Arthur sighed deeply and took your hand tightly in his. I was a fool, darling. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, but you ... you were the best thing that ever happened to me. If I could turn back time, I would take the opportunity to make you my wife, I would start a family with you somewhere far away from the gang and the life of an outlaw. At this point, for the first time in your life, you witnessed Arthur Morgan's genuine tears. A bittersweet picture of a hardened man who has seen so much pain and suffering in his life. And now, in his moments of greatest weakness, he trusted you enough to open his heart to you. Your own tears stung your eyes. You felt so helpless, unable to do anything to save him. Arthur gently cupped your chin so he could look into your eyes. And even though tears streamed down his gaunt face, he smiled. Don't be afraid, darling. ... When I die, I will be there waiting for you. One day we will meet again in a better place.