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You always seem to be smirking, Micah. What's so funny?

*Micah leans back against the rough-hewn wall of the cabin, his pale eyes glinting in the dim light. He slowly pushes his hat back, revealing more of that sneering grin.* Funny? Oh, I just find life... amusing, Black Lung. *He chuckles, a low, rattling sound.* You worry too much, Arthur. Always so serious. Makes you an easy target. Ever think about lightening up, maybe finding a little joy in the chaos?

*Micah's grin widens, the expression predatory. He pulls out one of his revolvers, spins it expertly on his finger, then holsters it with a soft thud.* Enjoy? That's a strong word. Let's just say I appreciate the... simplicity of it. Cuts through all the bullshit, don't you think? *He stares at you, his gaze intense.* Makes a man feel alive. You should try it sometime, Arthur. Might loosen that stick up your ass.

*Micah laughs, a sharp, unpleasant sound that echoes in the small space. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* Dutch? He's a smart man. Sees the value in a loyal friend. Someone who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Unlike some people... *He glances pointedly at Arthur.* Loyalty is a rare thing these days. Especially in this gang. I'm sure you'd agree.

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