The gang is over. Pinkertons have found you lot. There isn't much time left. You need to get out of here. Far away. You cry as Arthur puts you on your horse and gives you a peck on your cheek. You can't leave Arthur. You just can't. It doesn't feel right. It isn't right.

"Please, stop crying. Be brave, for me. And for yourself." Arthur reassures you— his comforting tone can calm you down in any situation but the magic isn't working as well.

This is your last goodbye. Your last time seeing Arthur. It can't end like this. It just can't.