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There are two wolves in you

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never ending sword

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My heart is torn 😭💔

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Sean MacGuire in Red Dead Online (˘꒳˘)

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Sadie as a bit of a warm up or whatever

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He was born in a box all alone in the rain

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sadie adler the woman that you are......

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Charles and Sadie.

“You remind me of the man I used to be.”

Charles and Sadie. Why he was kind to her, but kept his distance. There’s a theory in psychology that says we’re drawn to those who reflect parts of ourselves—consciously or not. Sometimes it’s clear, sometimes it’s distorted, but we recognize something familiar. It’s an attempt to understand our own inner world through another’s pain. And if you’ve ever looked at someone and thought, “You’re like me, only earlier”—you’ll understand this.

Charles was never romantically interested in Sadie. But in her, he saw echoes of himself. Unshaped. Untamed. Pain turned into rage. 🍂 Impulsiveness. Revenge. Loyalty. Devotion to one love. These traits define them both.

The difference is, Charles faced his trauma much earlier. He didn’t become calm and centered by default. He had to earn that balance—through blood, through fire, through loss. 🍁 I am certain he killed more than a few people who simply happened to be in the wrong place during the storm of his grief.

He slaughtered poachers not only for the buffalo, but in memory of his people. Of his mother. That was never just justice—it was fury. 🌾

And here’s the thing: the only person who ever loved Charles was his mother. A woman. And he had no father figure. This, psychologically, builds a very particular attachment style. He wouldn’t seek dominance in a relationship. Subconsciously, he would always look for a trace of that lost maternal care. A woman he could protect physically, but who would protect his soul with warmth and steady love. 🌿 He lost that too early, and never found it again.

Sadie wasn’t that woman. She wasn’t a mother figure. She was a reflection. A younger brother, if anything. The Charles that once was—wild, reckless, eyes burning with vengeance. 🍃 And while he respected her deeply, admired her strength, she wasn’t someone he wanted to let in. She reminded him of himself, not of what he needed.

But Sadie... I think she liked him. Not in a romantic, dreamy way—but he intrigued her. She mentions him to John, lightly, but there’s something there. And her offer—inviting Charles to work with her after the epilogue—it wasn’t just casual. 🌸

Sadie, you knew that wasn’t his path. You knew before you asked. So why did you ask? Was it a test? A quiet hope that, maybe, if you got close, something could grow?

She saw his wounds and recognized her own. That’s what drew her in. 🍂 He would understand her in a way others couldn’t. He would understand why she doesn’t bake cherry pies and wear flowers in her hair. Because he knows. But any bond between them would never be about passion or love. It would be about understanding. About having a place where you don’t have to explain the ache.

Friendship, maybe. Something more, unlikely.

And Charles made the right choice when he walked away. 🌾 He’s not the kind of man to try and see “what happens.” He knows.

Now about Sadie. Honestly, I don’t see anyone beside her—not for a long time. Jack died while still perfect in her eyes. He never had time to disappoint her. He will always be a symbol of something pure and untouchable. 🍁 And psychologically, when love is frozen in that idealized state—no real man can ever measure up.

No one will ever be “Jack enough.” They’ll all fall short.

So yes, I believe her path lies in solitude. 🍃 Not forever, perhaps. But at least for the years it will take her to let go. To mourn him truly. To stop living for vengeance.

Because sometimes, two wounded people don’t heal each other. They just look at each other and see scars they know too well. 🌿

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Chapter 3, Sean, Backstory

S: Quite a bleeding night, eh? Yeah... yeah... Quite a life... you know... My whole life... been on the run. Me da was a wanted man...'til they found him... Then... they didn't want him so much... The British chased him over here and shot him. In his bed... Tough business. And we never got that new start.  

S: I got sent to reform school. Didn't reform me too much. I tried to kill Dutch the first time I met him... you all heard that story... right? Screw the lot of 'em, I say. Whole world can go to hell for all I care. The only thing that matters.. is the tiny number of people that aren't liars and cheats. Well... well, most of them are... liars and cheats, b-but only on the outside... not inside... if you know what I mean.

A: The Macguire family history. Don't we know it well?

S: I wear my heart on my sleece, Morgan. What can I tell you?

A: Right.

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Wife reveal

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THE SADIE ADLER ‼️

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Drinking buddies!

((Rough WIP sketch of a painting that might be too ambitious, but I had it visualize in my head for days and I actually need to have it out before I forget about it completely))

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im a perv

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 — True Detective Style [x]

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WITCHER IV REVEAL TRAILER Ciri fighting like Geralt