He's a running joke in many ways. Hell, I've made plenty of humourous headcanons for him. In the game itself he's written mostly for laughs, a loveable buffoon without which the gang just wouldn't be the same.
But how did he feel when he brought Molly O'Shea back to Beaver Hollow only to watch her die in front of him minutes later?
When he found her in Saint Denis, a drunken, ranting mess of a woman, what did he say to her? Did he try to make jokes to make himself feel less awkward? Did he sit and drink with her for a time? Did he not say a word as she sobbed over her whiskey, choking out her words as she said she couldn't go back to the gang, not now? Did he place his hand on her shoulder and say that, maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to come back with him? That she was part of the family, for better or worse? Did he tell a white lie and tell her that she was missed?
And did she look at him for a long time, her eyes red and sore, her face puffy, before nodding? Yes, alright, perhaps she would go back. Perhaps there was a tiny morsel of hope left for her.
Did Uncle chat away idly on the wagon journey there? Did he glance at every so often with growing concern as her face turned dark again, watching the swamps roll by and giving way to dense, dark woodland?
When he helped her down from the wagon did he look her in the eye and tell her she was going to be okay?
And did he lay awake at night for weeks afterwards, unable to get the image of her lifeless, bloody body just laying there?
You can't tell me for one second that he didn't feel responsible. He never truly believed that she sold out Dutch. She was a fool in love. And Uncle understands the madness of love more than anyone would realise.
He can't stop thinking about her fear, her loneliness. How she felt her life slip away and in that moment, knowing she was utterly alone. The smell of her burning body still lingers in his memory, and how even though everyone at camp could smell it, no one said a word.
How did it feel, he wonders? How did it feel to be punctured with hot metal?
As he lays on the porch at Beecher's Hope and feels the life draining from him he thinks of Molly. As he looks into the heartbroken faces of John and Jack, his family, he muses on how lucky he is to not be alone. How fortunate he is to never have known her isolation.
When the world goes dark, he knows exactly who he'll visit first in the land beyond.
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