It's over.

I finally sat down and watched the entire epilogue of Red Dead Redemption 2, now that I've had time to recover from mourning my fave character. Sometimes I feel silly taking fictional characters' deaths so hard (or taking fiction so seriously in general), but then I remember stories about early fandom and how people openly mourned Sherlock Holmes' death when his author killed him off (for example), so my behavior doesn't seem so odd. Plus sometimes I can't help it, when I really love a character it feels like they're a friend of mine, or the love of my life, or something. 

So, a slightly incoherent thought-dump:

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