This wasn't right. He must be crazy. No, that couldn't be. You were dead. He watched you die right in front of him. Yet here you were. Right outside of his tent, you stood with a scowl, stabs wounds and bullet holes all over your body, yet the blood didn't stain the snow. You looked exactly as you had when you died.

Dutch had known you for years before this. You were like family to him. Yet, when the gang fell apart and his mental state declined, he watched you die without doing a thing.