You need to let this story die, it’s not healthy for you to stick around.

You’ve waited for his love, waited for him to like you again for weeks now. But he’s deteriorating into being paranoid and selfish—no longer the Dutch you knew.

Not since Hosea died in Saint Denis.

Always clinging to plans and scheming with Micah. While you’ve just waited. But he just isn’t the same since Hosea, he’s so much colder, more erratic.

Dutch and you are sat in his tent in Beaver Hollow, Dutch scribbling down vague plans in his notebook as you sit on his cot.