Kieran couldn’t help but seethe with envy as he saw how everyone interacted with each other. He knew he would never fit in due to being labeled an O’Driscoll.

The reality of forever being an outcast was beginning to cloud his judgement and it was causing him to lash out at the only person that cared for him, you.

He hated how his life in the Van der Linde gang was but he knew that this was his only option. No freedom was better than dying alone.