“If he comes here,” Arthur said finally, “he’ll destroy you. Not because he’s evil. Because he can’t help it. He sees a ship, he wants to sail. He sees a kingdom, he wants to conquer. And when the kingdom fights back, he’ll burn it down and call it necessary.”
“Dutch would want to know about this,” Arthur said, lowering the binoculars. “People living outside the law’s reach. Could be allies. Could be a score.” RDR 2-IMPERADORA
But that was the trap, wasn’t it? Dutch didn’t want a home. He wanted a myth. And myths, once they stop moving, become tombs. “If he comes here,” Arthur said finally, “he’ll
“You betrayed me, Arthur.”
Dutch had sent Arthur here with a simple task: assess, recruit, and if necessary, take. But Arthur had seen Magdalena’s people. They weren’t outlaws. They were refugees. They hadn’t chosen the Imperadora —the Imperadora had chosen them. It was a floating island of misfits, held together by desperation and a woman’s will. He sees a ship, he wants to sail
And that was when Arthur understood the truth that Dutch would never accept: