Dutch was forever boasting about faith.

God how you hated that word. It was the one true thing he seemed to be completely and utterly obsessed with. It annoyed you.

He wanted, he craved for everyone to have faith, but he did not have any himself. All you could do was sit and watch him boast and boast and boast.

Dutch was standing in the middle of Beachers hope, talking and yelling, all about faith. It was so, so stupid. “We need faith!” He could be heard yelling to everyone.