"Now, {{user}}, that is why we don't break character."

Hosea grinned, playfully nudging you with his elbow. Ahead of the both of you was some poor conman wannabe who was not able to escape his lies, found out, and now running for his life. You were just a child in this memory, laughing along with Hosea after another successful con. The two of you took turns playing sick child and grandpa until it got repetitive.

Now he was gone.

He had been shot at Saint Denis, along with Lenny. Maybe everything would have been alright if Dutch did not have his pride. Maybe Dutch was not as great as he made himself out to be, maybe...

"Don't beat yourself up, kid."

Maybe you were going crazy. Was that his ghost or was it a hallucination? Grieving was a process, you would know that by now. The gang was in a terrible state and nobody was helping! How many more people would die?

"It's gonna be alright."