In Red Dead Redemption 2 You Don’t Know What You Got till It’s Gone

That question also arrives in Red Dead Redemption 2, but without any real means to change the past. In Majora’s Mask I could restart the three day cycle with new information, and in Life is Strange I could use Max’s rewind power to quickly fix a conversational faux pas. Worst case scenario, I could always go back to an earlier save file if I needed to, and start over fresh. But with Arthur Morgan, there’s no going back on the many sins committed and mistakes made. There’s no changing his fate. It’s good, in this case, that there’s no going back, in the sense that Arthur Morgan, despite his occasional dips into heroic behavior, is not a good man. It is sheer poetic justice that the illness that claims his life was caught in the course of beating a sick man to death over a debt. He does not, as he says many times to Mrs. Downes and her son, the family of his victim, seek forgiveness. He has accepted his fate, physically and spiritually, even if it is difficult for the player to do so too.

Before that key moment in the game, where I flinched and debated but ultimately beat that poor man to death, I’d been enjoying the outlaw life. The best parts of the game are before anything substantial in the main questline happens. I avoided the stagecoach robbery missions and I refused to rob or even insult the NPCs, spending my days hunting and fishing and trotting my horse from the mountains to the bayou, picking orchids or looking for dinosaur bones instead of acting out a Wild West fantasy. If I’d known there would come a time when Dutch would succumb to his grief and paranoia, when the gang would all be fighting, that rolling into camp on horseback would elicit silence instead of a hearty welcome home, I’d probably have stayed forever in that weird little slice of virtual heaven. Arthur would never die, Dutch wouldn’t run the gang into the ground, and I’d never end up passing through Big Valley on John Marston’s horse wondering where it all went wrong.

I admit I want to go back to when Arthur was healthy, when the gang was happy, and I spent most days just hunting and fishing. I can’t bear to think of finishing the Compendium and all the game challenges as John Marston instead of Arthur. I want to ride into camp and hear Karen say howdy, do some chores in the sunlight and bicker with the boys over a plate of stew. But it’s different now. Even if I were to start a fresh file and spend all of my time in a happy purgatory of non-progression, I’d still know what happens later on. It’s not like with Life is Strange, where a changed decision ripples through the entire storyline, or Majora’s Mask, where I can rewind time and try again. I can’t get those days back. I can avoid those Leopold Strauss missions all I want, but it won’t change the fact that Arthur has to die.

I just wish I’d known they were the good times before they were gone.

Holly Green is the assistant editor of Paste Games and a reporter and semiprofessional photographer. She is also the author of Fry Scores: An Unofficial Guide To Video Game Grub. You can find her work at Gamasutra, Polygon, Unwinnable, and other videogame news publications.