YOU DID YOUR WORST

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

[lowhonor]

#𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚁 is a private & selective roleplay blog for ARTHUR MORGAN of rockstar’s red dead redemption ii. this blog was made with the intention of developing arthur from low-honor to high-honor, with a focus on character development & long-term threads and relationships. this blog is 18+, as mature themes and nsfw content may be present — this content will always be tagged. my name is sable, i’m 22, i use she/her pronouns.

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂. border, psd.

𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈. rules, verses, interest checker, meta & headcanons. 

[lowhonor]

i hope u all are doing well <3

[elenafishersps1]

going through arthur morgan’s journal just to feel something  😞

[lowhonor]

i'll be around later, but in the meantime, consider this a starter call !! or if u want i have an interest checker you can fill out if you prefer. :) <3 have a great day!

[lowhonor]

rdr2 or as i like to call it, horse collector......... i think ive put more hours into catching horses than i have playing the game at this point oops

[lowhonor]

— you know, all that ever mattered to me was loyalty. it was all i knew. it was all i ever believed in.

[lowhonor]

thefixer​  :

lowered  temperature  gifts  a  cool  breeze .       a  reprieve  from  the  early  morning  and  afternoon  of  that  day ,       where  spring  had  come  but  summer  was  still  LINGERING  for  a  little  while  longer .       but  it’s  going  to  be  a  clear  night  however ,       only  a  few  scattered  clouds  drift  above  them .       which  only  meant  that  the  coming  moon  would  shine  a  LIGHT  on  west  elisabeth .       making  it  just  that  much  harder  to  not  be  seen .       “   no  arthur ,       i’m  completely  blind ,   ”       sarcasm  of  course  is  a  language  mia  is  fluent  in .       it’s  kind  of  part  of  her  charm       …       “   it  ain’t  like  i  haven’t  done  something  like  this  before .       ‘sides ,       i’m  not  like  you       – –       ALL  HEAVY  FOOTED  LIKE .   ”       the  way  her  features  become  animated  when  she  speaks .       obviously  a  large  contrast  to  her  male  companion .       who  almost  always  tends  to  have  a  frown  on  his  face .   or  otherwise  he’s  too  damn  serious .       finally  her  attention  ALTERS  from  below  the  hill  where  the  o’driscoll  camp  was ,       to  beside  her .         hand  takes  the  binoculars  from  arthur ,       but  before  she  brings  it  up  to  her  eyes .       her  lips  playfully  mimics  his  frown ,       making  her  already  POUTY  features  even  more  pouty .       a  quiet  whimper  sounds  from  her ,       then  lifts  the  binoculars  up  to  her  eyes .

mia  looks  towards  where  the  whistle  rang  out ,       finding  the  single  lawman  waving  to  the  others .       tongue  wets  her  lips  then  brings  her  bottom  lip  inward .       she  then  turns  her  attention  towards  the  few  lawmen  in  the  camp .       while  she  knew  what  she  was  and  wasn’t  CAPABLE  of ,       she  knows  when  it’s  the  time  and  place  to  act  like  the  lone  wolf .       “   looks  like  some  are  leavin’  but  there’s  still  a  handful  remaining  in  the  camp .    ”       lowers  binoculars  then  and  holds  arthur’s  attention ,       “   we  can  take  those  few  on ,       but  we  should  do  it  quietly .       it  up  to  you  if  you  wanna  do  it  now  or  wait  a  bit .   ”

*               p .     [ ?? ] ,    continued  prompt   response       …       / /       @lowhonor​​

a twinge of humor strikes arthur just below the belt and he snorts  :  it’s the closest he can come to laughing without giving them away. the air is cooling quickly enough that when he opens his mouth to whisper, he can see his own breath.  ❝  well, there you go. you said it, not me.  ❞  a pause, brief reprieve from the tension of their particular situation.  ❝  what d’you mean, all heavy footed? ‘m quiet as a church  -  mouse in winter.  ❞  he most certainly is not. when he was young, dutch and hosea often compared him to an angry colt, with the way he’d charge and stomp into most situations before he learned the meaning of nuance, unwilling to let go of the lessons his father had unwittingly taught him, but that’s a matter for another time. 

slowly but surely, the lawmen trickle their way out from the camp. they take only one o’driscoll corpse with them  —  perhaps the only one of them worth anything  —  hooting and hollering in the way that men like them are always wont to do. they’re as bloodthirsty as the very men they hunt, a point of contention arthur always wonders about. he moves from his belly into a crouch and automatically moves his hand towards his cattleman if only to glean some comfort from the fact it’s still there.

the sound of horses being untied and ridden away means that these last few stragglers have been abandoned for the metaphorical wolves. he moves his hand from his revolver to the knife at his belt instead. this should be quick, if they do it right.  ❝  we take those two out first.  ❞  voice hardly above a whisper, he points to the two that have been posted for lookout, one of whom seems more interested in his own feet than paying any attention  (  on the left  ) and the other who has been moaning about needin’ to take a piss for the last several minutes  (  on the right  ).  ❝  i take left, you take right, ‘n then we get the last few in the scramble when they don’t know their head from heel. alright?  ❞

[lowhonor]

odlie​  :

(   • • •   )     ,     @lowhonor​​​ :     none   of   it   seemed   like   crime .      —   GOODFELLAS PROMPTS.

“          nah .     cause  it  never  does ,     huh ?          ”                    cardinal  sins ,     that’s  what  they  always  were .     crime ,     competence ,     the  cryptic  things  people  did  to  survive  and  said  it  was  necessary     –––––     that  it  was  just  a  part  of  life .     and  what  a  life  it  was ,     right ?     that  this  was  the  high ?     or  the  impossible  decisions  to  feed  into  their  comfortable  victim  complexes ?     not  everyone ,     but  a  whole  lot  of  them .     payment  for  the  train  ride :     all  because  the  cost  to  ride  it  was  cheaper  for  some  and  expensive  for  others .     that  was  a  metaphor  about  life ,     by  the  way .

canted  her  bird’s  head ,     clavicle  pushed  beneath  inked  skin .                    “          until  it’s  done  to  people  like  us .     right ?          ”                    it  begged  the  old  question  about  the  rotten  and  trodden  down  fairness  of  the  toll  of  life ,     but  it  was  hard  not  to  enjoy  the  commiseration     –––––     and  amy  would  never  deny  the  simplicity  it  brought  to  wicked  ways  and  less  honourable  intentions .     a  free  pass  was  a  free  pass ,     no  matter  which  way  it  could  bend .     it  made  the  justification  easier  that  way .     and  more  importantly ,  it  simply  made  the  life  more  fun .

                    “          so .     it  wasn’t  a  crime .     what  was  it  then ?          ”                                         a  beat ,                    “         you  doin’  me  a  favour ?          ”

you doin’ me a favor? the words ring hollow. there’s neither kindness nor warmth here, in the room or shared between them. he hums, turns away, furrows his brow in obvious consideration of something. then, quietly, almost inaudible but still sharp around the edges, mean in the way he says it without sounding cruel  :  ❝  truth be told, miss quinton, you don’t seem the type to need something like a favor from anyone, much less a man like myself.  ❞   he hates hearing himself talk when he gets like this  ;  reminds himself too much of dutch. 

he can’t recall the last time he did much good for anyone beyond putting a bullet in an unruly head.

for arthur, that’s about as simple as this sort of thing can get, and with as many bodies as he’s got behind him, simplicity is just the kind of thing he hungers for.

he fumbles for his pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches, if only to do something with his hands, and then arthur pushes past her to head for the cool air outside. clear his lungs, maybe his thoughts, settle his stomach. something about this ain’t right at all, and he doesn’t know what, hasn’t gotten that part figured out yet.  ❝  if it were a favor, you’d owe me somethin’. you know that, right?  ❞  still, most days he never stays in one spot long enough to call anything in. he feels, more often than not, like he’s being pulled in several directions. 

in a gesture of kindness, however, arthur morgan offers her a cigarette.  ❝  lemme ask you somethin’  :  you get yourself into trouble all that often?  ❞

[stlowens]

George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “The Harbor is Old.”

[bladesrunner]

Outlaws from the West

[lowhonor]

i'll be around later, but in the meantime, consider this a starter call !! or if u want i have an interest checker you can fill out if you prefer. :) <3 have a great day!

[lowhonor]

@nowidow​  :  ❝  i ain’t afraid of dying.  ❞

they are in the belly of warren valley, following the river on the return to camp. everything is lush, and green, and he’s been debating pausing to take out his camera just to remember it. they’re the only two people on this path, have been alone for a few hours, now, and arthur’s taken the time to enjoy the silence and the company of another without much chatter. he enjoys whatever it is sadie has to say. she’s clever and fierce and scares the shit out of him  —  he’s enjoyed riding out with her whenever they’ve gotten the chance.

he doesn’t pull up on the reins but he thinks about it, for a long while, feeling a frown tug at the corner of his mouth. wonders, briefly, if they should pause and think about what they’ve done. some days, arthur finds that violence needs to be considered in order for it to be real, for it to stick, and they’re fresh off a victory  : the death of an entire camp of o’driscolls, their pockets heavier and eyes clear with the knowledge that colm o’driscoll can lose something, too, even if it means nothing to him. or, well, that’s how arthur’s feeling. he’s got no clue about sadie and wouldn’t dare assume that kind of thing.

he remembers how long he’d spent mourning eliza and isaac. loss like that doesn’t fade. it remains clear - cut forever. it scars deep and runs long. he thinks more often than not that it was their deaths that turned him ugly.  ❝  suits you, not bein’ afraid.  ❞  it’s a simple response, quiet, and the way he says it doesn’t fit quite right in his mouth. it’s a little too soft. doesn’t settle.  ❝  are you —  ❞  it’s as simple as a handful of words, but he struggles more than most folks do with that kind of thing, it seems.  ❝  how’re you feelin’ about things?  ❞  unspoken, unsaid  :  dutch, the gang. he thinks they’ve been sending her on out more often, but arthur’s never there long enough to see it, these days. he feels unable to sit still.

[lowhonor]

@stillknd​  :  ❝  just leave it to me. i can talk a dog off a meat wagon.  ❞

bracketed as they are in one of several alleyways in saint denis, with one lone lawman standing at the far end, squinting and waving his lantern like he can’t see the two outlaws waiting for him armed to the teeth. like he’s scared to take another step. good, arthur thinks. he should be. he only prays he fool doesn’t call for any of his friends to come running, because then they’re up shit creek without a paddle and as good as dead if not destined for a cell.

their horses aren’t far. tied up maybe half a block away. one call, and they’d come running. arthur licks his lips, and then sighs in resignation — defeat. their wanted posters may be posted on every single wall of this festering shithole  ;  he is once again reminded of why he hates civilization, saint denis, the ever  -  constant reminder that there are people all around at any given time and they all have the same eyes. only takes one poor witness to call a bounty hunter comin’.

they’ve got no choice, do they?

he reaches to pull his bandana up, hiding his scowl. it’s clear he ain’t pleased about the situation, but ismael’s idea is better than whatever arthur could come up with at this point. 

❝  i — fine. you think you can get him to move, then by all means, kid, go right on ahead.  ❞  arthur is not a polite man, and as hosea is always quick to remind him, a terrible liar. better that he doesn’t try. his boots scuff against the cobblestone and he grits his teeth. the sound’s like agony to his ears. days like these, when everything goes wrong, he doubts he was made for this sort of life at all.  ❝  you want me to go with you, or wait?  ❞

[lowhonor]

@thefixer​  :  ❝  there’s only one of me. i don’t intend for them to know i’m coming.  ❞

truth be told, he spends as little time in west elizabeth as he possibly can. given the nature of what happened in blackwater, arthur feels it’s only justified that the land itself seems to work against him, even if he’s not bold enough to cross the river. the law there sticks to him like mud to a well - worn pair of boots. then, of course, there’s the matter of what occurred in strawberry, and micah inciting wholesale slaughter for the sake of what he’d called fun, the kind of violence that leaves something ugly sitting on the back of his tongue.

it makes sense, it seems, that the bullshit occurring tonight would occur in west elizabeth, just outside of strawberry. the o’driscolls are just as rampant here as they are in the rest of this forsaken country, like he can’t step around them without having to think about it. currently, they’re perched on a hill overlooking a camp. it’s not full of o’driscolls anymore — just the law poking over the bodies of the o’driscolls, which arthur thinks is worse.

he’s got a high enough bounty on his head, and he doesn’t intend to rack it up any higher than he can afford.

he turns his gaze to mia, lowering his binoculars. night is settling over them  : soon enough, they’ll be invisible to any eye, but so will the lawmen. he scoffs in disbelief. nearly nine of them, maybe ten by his count.  ❝  you’re jokin’. you see how many of those idiots are down there?  ❞

arthur moves to hand the binoculars over, his mouth twisted into a frown.  ❝  we should go down together. i take the left, you take the right. use the trees for cover.  ❞  a beat passes, and in that time, someone off in the distance whistles, sharp and loud. another lawman?  he lifts a hand to scratch at his jaw, turning the idea over in his head.  ❝  or we wait, let ‘em leave, make ‘em run when we’ve got the advantage ‘n they’ve got none.  ❞ 

[lowhonor]

@odlie​​  :  ❝  there’s all kinds of nasty people who want to speak to you.  ❞

he can’t help it  :  he laughs. it’s a low, rasping sort of sound, the kind that crackles out of you like a fire right before it dies.  ❝  all kinds — is that right?  ❞  arthur can see it now, the long and unrelenting line of nasty sort of folk in his life that he has wronged and who wish to wrong him in return. he wouldn’t be surprised, he thinks, to find the faces of strangers among that group. people he couldn’t remember to save his life, whose names mean nothing to him, who will never forget his face.

his can feel his shoulders tense, blood running hot like livewire electricity, before he forces himself to calm his nerves. doesn’t take much these days to make him pick up and run, which makes him wonder why he’s still here, staring her down, thumbs tucked in behind his belt to drum on the leather outside, posture caught halfway between refrain and chorus. he smiles, unfittingly sly, even knowing that his revolver is sitting atop the dresser and far out of reach. he wouldn’t be able to reach it in time if she buried the lead in the right place. one square shot to the back, and that’d be it.

dutch would crow like some goddamned harpy until he croaked if he could see his current favored son now.

❝  ‘n i suppose you’re one of ‘em.  ❞  he lifts his head, eyes flickering up to meet hers, looking a little wild and feeling it even more.  ❝  you here to speak with me, miss quinton?  ❞

[edenmemes]

red dead redemption 2 starters

❝ in these books life seems so simple, but in reality… i can’t make head nor tail of it. ❞  ❝ listen to me. when the times comes, you gotta run and don’t look back. ❞ ❝ i ain’t afraid of dying. ❞ ❝ i’m still standing, which is an improvement on the last time you saw me. ❞ ❝ i still think about you. that was…that was quite a time. ❞ ❝ people don’t forget. nothing gets forgiven. ❞ ❝ your father would rather you did not do anything so foolish. ❞ ❝ forgiveness, well…it’s just an easy way of saying ‘i don’t care no more’. ❞ ❝ i know you like to hide behind the angry moron act, but it’s a thin enough veneer. ❞ ❝ when somebody doesn’t lie in this world and you don’t lie to them, then together you can achieve great things and destroy great powers. ❞ ❝ i remain a fool, and i’m sure i shall die a fool, but i’m trying very hard to be something like the man you deserve. ❞ ❝ i am always honest, maybe not always good, but i’m always honest. ❞ ❝ why you got that guilty look on your face? ❞ ❝ i trust i will not make a god awful fool of myself once more– but somehow i imagine i shall. ❞ ❝ please don’t go to any trouble on my account. ❞ ❝ you ain’t gonna die. not yet. ❞ ❝ feels like things have changed…the whole world has changed. ❞ ❝ i feel like we haven’t spoken for days. ❞ ❝ we’re thieves in a world that don’t want us no more. ❞ ❝ we can’t change what’s done. we can only move on. ❞ ❝ just do one thing or the other. don’t try to be two people at once. ❞ ❝ we’re more ghosts than people. ❞ ❝ how can romance ever be silly? it’s all we have. ❞ ❝ vengeance is an idiot’s game. ❞ ❝ i don’t think we can go much further on the horses. ❞ ❝ i’m surprised we escaped at all. ❞ ❝ you’re…i was gonna say you’re like a son/daughter to me. ❞ ❝ you’re…i was gonna say you’re like a son/daughter to me…but you’re more than that. ❞ ❝ this is a new low, even by your standards. ❞ ❝ i do my utmost to avoid you. ❞ ❝ i thought the whole point was that this had nothing to do with you? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry to complain. it’s just so… ❞ ❝ i need you now…more than ever. ❞ ❝ face me to the west so i can watch the setting sun and remember all the fine times we had that way. ❞ ❝ do you ever miss home? must be hard, being so far away. ❞ ❝ you know, we’re gonna need to come up with a better story for that scar. ❞ ❝ there’s a good man within you…but he is wrestling a giant. ❞ ❝ you saved my life. you’re a good man. ❞ ❝ there’s only one of me. i don’t intend for them to know i’m coming. ❞ ❝ i thought you were trying to make me feel better. ❞ ❝ be loyal to what matters. ❞ ❝ you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you squeal before. ❞ ❝ i’m miserable. been a tough few days. ❞ ❝ i trust your judgement. always have. ❞ ❝ i’m just gonna…have a little sit down and…feel sorry for myself. ❞ ❝ i tried. in the end. i did. ❞ ❝ one day, folk will take orders from me…and trust me, it won’t be no laughing matter. ❞ ❝ here, take a drink of this. ❞ ❝ seems like there ain’t much else in this world except bastards, victims of bastards and the bastards who want to put the bastards in the ground. ❞ ❝ we’ll get off this mountain soon enough. ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept in three days. ❞ ❝ just thought you might’ve moved on by now. ❞ ❝ thanks for coming for me. ❞ ❝ you got sad eyes…like you’ve seen sad things. ❞ ❝ you always said revenge is a luxury we can’t afford. ❞ ❝ you don’t hire a saint to catch a sinner. ❞ ❝ you’re alive! oh, you’re alive! ❞ ❝ go. now. i’ll hold them off. ❞ ❝ are you okay? i mean you no harm. ❞ ❝ i’m nobody. ❞ ❝ what about you? you doubting me too? ❞ ❝ it’s enough to make a man drink. or worse. ❞ ❝ i knew not to trust, yet i had no choice. ❞ ❝ there ain’t no more time to talk. go. ❞ ❝ thank you, for your strength. it means a lot to me. ❞ ❝ firstly, we ain’t friends. don’t make no mistake on that subject. ❞ ❝ i’m so bored i’d rather be shot. ❞ ❝ it’ll mean a lot to me…please. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna sleep with your chest open if you ain’t careful. ❞ ❝ the bond we share, it’s the most real thing to me. i would kill for it, i would happily die for it… ❞ ❝ life is full of pain. but there is also love, and beauty. ❞ ❝ my pa used to say you stare into the fire long enough you can see the whole world pass by. ❞ ❝ whenever we happen to meet, you’re always helping people and smiling. ❞ ❝ do as you’re goddamn told. and shoot well. ❞ ❝ i guess he never outgrew his anger. kind of like you. ❞ ❝ some trees flourish, others die. some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. ain’t nothing fair. you know that. ❞ ❝ you’re driven by powerful forces i scarcely understand. ❞ ❝ oh you fool. you sad, deluded fool. torn in two by different ideas of who you were, and it turns out you weren’t neither of them. ❞ ❝ well, i think you’re as slippery as an eel in an oil slick, but still a man/woman. ❞ ❝ with you watching over me, i’d walk into hell itself. ❞ ❝ lack of something to feel important about is almost the greatest tragedy a man may have. ❞ ❝ when i was your age, i fought. i saw death. i have killed. ❞ ❝ i wish things were different. but it weren’t us who changed. ❞ ❝ nobody’s taking anything from me ever again. ❞ ❝ some jobs aren’t for saving and some legacies are for pissing on. ❞ ❝ you’re my favorite parasite… no, wait, ringworm’s my favorite parasite, you’re my second-favorite parasite… i lied. ringworm, then, rats with the plague, then you. ❞ ❝ just leave it to me. i can talk a dog off a meat wagon. ❞ ❝ forgive me if i slip and stab you in the face. ❞ ❝ this place, ain’t no such thing as civilized. it’s man so in love with greed, that he has forgotten himself and found only appetites. ❞ ❝ shut up…you know, you’re not very nice to me. ❞ ❝ the amount of hell we’ve raised, we’re owed some back. ❞ ❝ i haven’t done anything wrong aside of not playing the games to your rules. ❞ ❝ don’t let yourself get killed…for pride. i’ve seen it kill too many folk. ❞ ❝ when you fall, there’ll be a party. ❞ ❝ every day i didn’t kill you, is a day i saved your life. ❞ ❝ i can’t kill them all silently so, when they chase me, you go the other way. ❞ ❝ does this seem like a good time for sarcasm to you? ❞ ❝ usually i’m worse than the wolves. ❞ ❝ i don’t have to be careful. i have you as a friend. ❞ ❝ i wish i had acquired wisdom at less of a price. ❞ ❝ they’re chasing us hard, because we represent everything they fear. ❞ ❝ you know all that mattered to me was loyalty? it was all i ever believed in. ❞ ❝ never thought i’d say this but…it’s good to see you. ❞ ❝ we’ve all lived bad lives. we all sin…but i know you. ❞ ❝ i kill people. and maybe i should’ve killed you. ❞ ❝ ain’t you a sorry sight? ❞ ❝ your job’s starting the fights, it ain’t winning them. ❞ ❝ some big, loud mouthed bastard tried to rob me when i was out riding so i… well, you know how it is. ❞ ❝ there ain’t no shame in looking for a better world. ❞ ❝ i can hunt, carry a knife, and use a gun. ❞   ❝ …is it too late for us? ❞ ❝ if the purpose of life was to be liked…it would be very boring indeed. ❞ ❝ i’ve been running for as long as i can remember. ❞     ❝ they turned me into a monster. ❞   ❝ i always wondered if i was unlucky…but maybe i’m just not very good. ❞ ❝ don’t kill yourself over pride. i’ve seen it kill too many folks. ❞ ❝ sorry if i seem a little desperate. i am a little desperate. ❞ ❝ if anyone gets close to me, they’re wanted too. and i can’t have you wrapped up in that. ❞ ❝ there’s all kinds of nasty people who want to speak to you. ❞ ❝ they won’t hear anything about you from me. ❞ ❝ tell me about you, darling and armed to the teeth like that. ❞ ❝ i also…found out some unsettling news about you. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how to say it…thank you. ❞ ❝ you…don’t like me much, do you? ❞ ❝ i can’t lie to you. i’m a wanted man. ❞ ❝ that’s quite a scratch you got there. ❞ ❝ take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act. ❞ ❝ i’m seeing things a lot more clearly now. ❞ ❝ where are you? can you hear me? ❞ ❝ i think someone saw some wolves, not far away. you should watch out. ❞ ❝ guess all i got now is doubt. doubts and scars. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t me who went and shot him. ❞ ❝ will you dance with me? ❞ ❝ i like you. you’ve got a kind face. ❞ ❝ i’m not a good man. not usually. ❞ ❝ there’s a lot i should’ve done and even more i shouldn’t have done. ❞ ❝ you are a compulsive liar. ❞ ❝ next time, i’ll slit your throat myself. ❞ ❝ as long as we get paid or you get shot, i’m happy. ❞ ❝ i’m not designed for this snow. ❞ ❝ you don’t get to live a bad life and have good things happen to you. ❞ ❝ shut up you silly man and kiss me. ❞ ❝ who made you the messiah of these poor souls you’ve led so horribly astray? ❞ ❝ maybe it’s a sign. try to do the good thing. ❞ ❝ how many times do i gotta bury you? ❞ ❝ you are the only feller who could get half of their brain eaten by wolves and end up more intelligent. ❞ ❝ five thousand dollars? for me? can i turn myself in? ❞ ❝ if you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is to stop digging. ❞     ❝ we ain’t both gonna make it. ❞ ❝ i gave you all i had. i did. ❞ ❝ if we have to fight, we fight. If we have to run, we’ll run. if we must die, we’ll die. but…we’ll stay free. ❞ ❝ people call me lazy. i’m not lazy, just don’t like working. there’s a difference. ❞ ❝ i guess…i’m afraid. ❞ ❝ oh, i didn’t know i was talking to a lady. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel too good. ❞ ❝ you have finally lost your mind. ❞

[bladesrunner]

The Noblest of Men, and a Woman —Forgive me, mister, if I seem a little desperate… I am a little desperate. This book, I’ve gotta make a thing of it.