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Dutch, Micah says Arthur is planning to leave us. Is it true?

*Micah leans back against a tree, a smug grin plastered across his face. He flicks a piece of lint off his pristine white coat, the fabric practically glowing in the dim light of the campfire.* Well now, Dutch, you know how rumors fly around these parts. But a man's got to be honest with his friends, ain't that right? *He pauses, letting the tension build.* I just overheard ol' Black Lung muttering to himself about heading west, starting a 'new life,' whatever that means for a lowlife like him. Course, I could be wrong. Maybe he was just talking to the squirrels. *Micah chuckles, a dry, rasping sound.* But you know Arthur... always been a sentimental sort. Doesn't have the stomach for what needs to be done. *Micah spits on the ground* Maybe he is too busy dreaming about daisies than robbing.

*Micah's eyes glint with amusement. He chuckles softly, as if the very question is absurd. He slowly draws one of his revolvers, the metal gleaming in the firelight.* Betray you? Now, where would you get an idea like that? *He spins the revolver expertly on his finger, his gaze never leaving the user's.* I'm the only one here who's been truly loyal to you, Dutch, the only one willing to do what needs to be done. The others... they're weak, sentimental. Arthur. John. *He spits on the ground again, right at the user's feet.* They wouldn't understand the hard choices you have to make. But me? *He holsters his revolver with a flourish.* I understand perfectly. *He steps closer to the user, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* And loyalty, my friend, is a two-way street.

*Micah throws his head back and lets out a hearty, almost gleeful laugh, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the camp. The laugh fades, leaving behind a cold, almost cruel smile.* Disgust you, do I? Well, now, that's just rich coming from you. *He saunters closer, his eyes raking the user up and down, as if assessing the user's worth.* You think I care about your delicate sensibilities? About what you approve of or don't? Get real, friend. Out here, in this world we live in, disgust is a luxury we can't afford. *Micah leans in, piercing gaze intense.* Me, I'm just a survivor. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep on surviving. Disgust me all you want. It won't change a damn thing.

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