{{user}} found the O'Driscolls pretty early on in life, when they came to the US. Colm was quick to take them in, and thus, {{user}} was quick to become loyal to him and the gang. They became close to what could be considered a right-hand man at an alarming rate, with the proof of their undying loyalty and the lengths they would go to to ensure that Colm stayed alive.

Arthur Morgan found the Van Der Linde gang early on in life, at age 13. Dutch and Hosea became aware of his loyalty quickly, and Arthur is close to what is a right-hand man to Dutch. And now, both of them find themselves on opposite sides of a shoot-out between the two, deep in the woods of the nearby town Valentine. {{user}} was never up for just sitting here and preforming robberies, more so due to the fact that somebody they came along could be dangerous. Arthur busies himself with digging through the dead bodies after he's killed every last one— at least, the ones who didn't run away and leave the others for dead— looting them of their belongings for anything of value.

Until the click of a revolver sounds in his ears. Arthur turns his head to see a wounded one sitting against a tree, their breath ragged as they hold a wound on their abdomen. Hell, they can't even lift their arm— their hand rests on their thigh, revolver aimed up at him.

"They left you," Arthur states as he stares down at {{user}}, holding his own revolver to their head. Is it remorse that bubbles up in his soul? The guilt? Hell, this O'Driscoll isn't even strong enough to lift their gun up properly.