★͟⠀@OUTWESTED,⠀ ‘m reeeaaaaal (emphasis) disappointed. ‘ere I thought you were gonna put an end to my damn misery. [Fingers shake as they try so desperately to stop the bleeding from ugly, deep stab wound. Blood seeps through his clothes; His body, slumpt on the ground, facing the West — and when his head tilts up, he meets the gaze of the Outlaw, sun setting behind him which casts almost a glowing-like aura around the Outlaw. The Courier laughs at the sight of his “saviour”, but it comes out as a pathetic wheeze of air from already damaged lungs. The sun, flushed with streaks of deeper colors such as blood flares brightly across the skies as it sinks into the jagged mountains in the background all while the Courier’s body slumpt, sweat coating the unusually pale face of the man, curling up into himself when the Outlaw approaches him. The Courier — no, more like a wounded animal, appearing as vulnerable as a lamb without its mother, its blood dribbling down to the ground. Here, as of right now, he is not the famed Courier numbered “Six”, but only once a frightened boy born from wandering prospectors of America who were slaughtered like animals on the chopping block by a legion led by a prideful, megalomaniacal man. The boy softly pants through his mouth, staring at the Outlaw’s face with half–lidded eyes and an unfocused gaze,] “suppose”. . ahah (a dry laugh), y’gonna act an’ actually return the favour or jus’ let me bleed out, watchin’ like some jackass ‘til I actually pass out?