imagine john marston, who never knew his mother, who lost his father at a very young age, was nearly hanged before he hit puberty, got rescued by two outlaws and their adult son only to also become their son and form a brotherly bond so strong with arthur that it completely ruins his perception of john the moment he leaves newborn jack and abigail for an entire year, only for then to try and mend said relationships, succeed, then watch as his entire world as he knew it crumbles around him and the knife that dug deepest in his back was lodged in there by the man he tried and mold himself after for most of his adult life. imagine john marston who realizes too little and too late that the only person who was ever there unconditionally for him was abigail (through extension jack too), so he puts his life on the line for them on numerous occasions because life has been cruel to him since he was born and he’s aware of it, because he knows inherent goodness does not exist but he crawls and crawls and crawls out, with bloody hands and too many dead bodies clinging to him to try and preserve the innocence of his family. and imagine john marston, who rights his wrongs well into adulthood because he cannot fathom letting the people who killed his brother get away with it. and in his mind, it’s not revenge, it’s atonement. with dutch, the last memory of his old life dies, but with arthur dying, the life he starts living is a dying man’s last wish. and imagine john marston, who is cain, forever destined to leave abel behind, forever burdened with his death in one way or another, and in his eyes, you did wrong. imagine being arthur and john, a man and a boy, so connected, live out your last years together in a strained relationship of ‘i fear the life of an ordinary man might kill me so i run from its responsibilities’ john marston and ‘i loved so deeply and so painfully only to watch it all be taken away from me, yet still i give chase’ arthur morgan. it’s not envy, what arthur feels, nor is it anger. in the same way he says in the game “i was the prized pony once” it’s not said with scorn i think. it’s bittersweet.
if this means anything to anyone :,) one last thing arthur - abel, john - cain, hosea and dutch - adam and eve💔💔









