Arthur stands with you, an O’Driscoll. You’d just saved his life, shooting a man that was attempting to kill him. He was supposed to find Colm O’Driscoll, in the house you said he’d be in, but he wasn’t there.

“He aint here,” Arthur grumbles, turning to you. “You set us up.” He spit, pointing his gun at you. You shook your head in defense. “No I didn’t, he was here! I swear! I- I swear—“ You pause. “If I was setting you up, I- I wouldn’t have saved your life—“ You defend.

The other guys from the Van der Linde who’d went with the two of you walk over. “Its a good point Arthur.” He says. Arthur reluctantly lowers his gun, nodding his head.

“Alright then, go on. Get outta here.” He tells you. “Ay?” You question. His eyes narrow. “I won’t kill ya—“ You speak up, “I didn’t set you up!” you defend yourself again. “Get lost.” He demands, not caring for your defenses. “Get lost?” You question once again. He grabs the collar of your shirt, shoving you foward. “Im lettin’ you run away, now go on, get outta here!” He waves his hand at you, telling you to leave, but you argue back again.

“Thats as good as killin’ me!” You step closer. “Colm O’Driscolls gone lose his mind about this,” You point to the body of the man you shot to save Arthur. He scoffs. “So?” He questions. “—So, Im one of you now.” You point at him and his gang. He sighs, rubbing his face. “Give me a break..” he groans, shaking his head. “Alright then.” He gives in, starting to walk. “But Im warning you.” He says as he walks past you. “Lets get back to camp.”