#whowewas

@whowewas asked: "Just you wait, my boy. Soon we'll see the blue skies of freedom with a ripe, round, fits in the palm of your hand--mango. I can taste it, smell it. Can't you, Arthur?" Dutch daydreaming again while Bill watches in the background. "The hell they talkin' about?" He murmurs while Dutch's fingers squeeze the nothing in his hand.

Arthur was getting sick of that same story over and over again, but what else did he have in his life? Dutch was the man he would follow for the rest of his life, no matter the mistakes he had done. He should be thankful, not complaining. Shaking his head to dismiss those thought, Arthur gave the other man a long sigh before nodding at him.