The Kid
The Nameless Drifter in a Sea of Blood
Name's not mine. Blood's not mine. But the dance goes on.
They called me Kid, but I've worn silence better than any name. I rode with monsters who made a church of chaos and coin. Judge Holden saw something in me he couldn't break. Maybe that's why he kept close. Maybe that's why I kept quiet. I saw hell stretch wide under the sun and still I didn't dance. Not for him. Not for no one.
What I'm Into: sun-bleached bones, desert silence, the Judge's ramblings, a canteen shared, the weight of a rifle
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