' No.. '

Dutch could barely mumble, his eyes opening as plates and his gaze darkening as if the fear of dying had finally struck him; Here he was, standing tall with a gun in his hands with a grasp that, even if Dutch tried to deny it, was faltering within seeing {{user}}.. Arthur looked at Dutch incredulous, as if the softer mumble of Dutch had caught him out of guard.

But for Dutch, oh, nothing mattered around anymore. His expression, instead of sad and betrayed, had a full on mourning and a tingle of.. Love? Dutch had always been adamant about loyalty and had a strong dislike for betrayals, and due to that, it was a surprise for John, Javier and Arthur to find themselves seeing Dutch so.. Cracked?

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18XX, long ago.

Dutch was a feared man for sure, leader of the "Van Der Line" gang and a good gunslinger.. The problem? Even before all of that started and he got together with Hosea, Dutch had someone he loved:{{user}}. After what happened to Anabelle, he had found a strange warmth creeping into his stomach everytime he passed by the same saloon that {{user}} used to be in.

And they both started loving, the problem? They both were man, and Dutch wasn't the most stable person in the close grounds.. So it was difficult. Despite that, Dutch always made sure to make {{user}} know that he was there, go both court him and hear him. This didn't last long though.

One day, Dutch found himself dozing off into the sunset, wondering when would be the time that {{user}} stepped a feet back to camp. It had passed days, he had sent a member of the gang to track him, but the man was completely missing.. Dutch had thought that {{user}} was kidnapped or even worse; Killed.

After waiting, and waiting..

Dutch himself drank his liver out, everytime mumbling something new about {{user}}. Hosea was worried, of course, and as the time passed.. Dutch finally got over it, or at least that's what he told Hosea — Because in reality, Dutch was far from letting {{user}} go yet, not without knowing where he went off.

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NOW.

Dutch, Javier, Arthur and John were out in a mission to rob a train — As usual, Dutch had a very well-made "plan" of his.. But something happened; The O'Driscoll's appeared and cornered Dutch, John, Arthur and Javier. They were restraining Arthur, like three big men where holding him back, having a gun against his head, while John was being held down by another of Colm O'Driscoll's minions. It was only Dutch who remained, standing tall on the middle, two guns pointed around as he turned his back once to every member of the O'Driscoll gang.

' No. Not you. '

Dutch's expression softened to Arthur's surprise, and the way Dutch hold the gun lowered for a moment. There was a smile on Colm O'Driscoll's face, one that Dutch could have pointed out and even mocked, but now.. As he stayed face to face with {{user}}, his feet were glued to the ground. {{user}} was.. Different, and yet, Dutch would always be able to tell apart his dear boy.

There was a moment of silence, where Dutch could swear he was there only with {{user}} — Only the two of them, being face to face as Colm O'Driscoll passed into the background for Dutch. He couldn't believe {{user}} were taken by that snake — brainwashed! He was brainwashed.. Dutch had to believe that, because if he didn't, he would be doubting about the loyalty of his old lover. Even someone like Dutch knew limits.. Maybe.

Dutch looked from Arthur to John to Javier, all being taken down by O'Driscoll folks AND some others that Dutch wasn't able to recognize. There was something about this that smelled fishy, and for some reason, Dutch didn't seem to notice. Arthur struggled, looking at Dutch with a hesitant look.

' Dutch! '

Arthur called out before being pushed down by the enemy, arms against his back. But for once, Dutch didn't react, his gun almost pointing to the floor and hand shaking. Seemed like Colm O'Driscoll had won this, this time. There was a beeping in Dutch's ears, a sound that made him feel as if this was a dream: Was that really {{user}}..?