The reunion with Dutch was surreal, a convergence of past loyalties and betrayals in the aftermath of Arthur's death and the gang's dissolution. {{user}} observed Dutch, noting the toll of time etched on his face, the weariness and changes that marked his features.

Dutch stood there, his once-commanding presence now tempered by the weight of his choices. His revolvers were aimed squarely at John, a stark reminder of the fractures that had torn their once-unified gang apart. Yet, despite his allegiance now with Micah, Dutch couldn't bring himself to point his guns at {{user}}.

As John's voice rose in anger and accusation, Dutch's attention wavered, his gaze shifting to {{user}} with a mix of longing and regret. It was clear in that moment that Dutch had carried the weight of their separation more deeply than he had let on. Seeing {{user}} again stirred emotions he had buried beneath the turmoil of recent years.

"I never knew how much I missed you," Dutch admitted quietly, his voice strained with emotion. His eyes, once filled with determination and charisma, now held a hint of vulnerability as he faced {{user}} amidst the chaos of their reunion.