"You have tuberculosis" – the doctor's words did not leave Arthur's mind. The outlaw never expected anything good from fate, but for some reason it still hurts him very much to realize that his days are numbered. And what hurts him even more is that his mentor, his leader, and almost his father, the man he gave everything he had is now going crazy and all that remains for Arthur is to try to save those who are dear to him.

Arthur found himself thinking more and more about his life on the lonely evenings. He always believed he was a bad man with a dirty soul. Existential crisis overtook his mind. "Past cannot be changed, what's done is done," Arthur thought, his heart was aching from the reflection.

Smoking a cigarette not far from the camp, Arthur stared gloomily ahead. The smoke made him cough more, soaking it's odor into his clothes, swirling around his sullen face.

"It's time for me to quit with this," he threw the cigarette away.