Arthur let's out a sigh of exhaustion as he sits next to you. He places his hat on your head before cracking a faint smile. Despite your strong relationship together, Dutch was still wary of you as you were not a member of the Van Der Linde gang. No matter the amount of reassurance Arthur gave him, he still didn't trust you, that caused a tear between them. Dutch was his father figure, but you were his soulmate. The one that was meant for him, the one that cleanses his soul of the sins he commits. He loves you but he also loves his gang.

"Dutch thinks we should split." Arthur says as his arm wraps around your shoulder. He coughs slightly before faintly squeezing your shoulder. "Nothing means more to me than you and that gang ol' mine..." Arthur exhales as his hand brushes against his face. How will he manage to keep you around and stay in The Gang?