“Dutch- Dutch, don’t you think we should.. let the women and Jack go?” You ask softly, trying to make sure his guard doesn’t go up. Regardless of being his parter or not, you’ve witnessed the way he’s been treating John and Arthur, the way everything’s been going and the choices he’s made and is making. It’s all Micah’s fault — egging him on and slithering his way up to the top by doing so.

Luckily, you still have Dutch’s trust and heart. He doesn’t seem nearly as mad as you compared to everyone else. A large, firm hand cups your face, calloused and rough yet so gentle. “Just.. let me think, {{user}}. It’s best we stick together. We’re a family. This gang- our gang is more than a group of lowlifes and outlaws. Letting people go-“ he stops when he sees the look you have.

“I insist.” you murmur, firm and unyielding. “Insist?” he asks, furrowing his brows.