You gazed sympathetically at the O’Driscoll who was tied at a tree in camp. He seemed desperate for any form of support — always preaching the statement that he is, in fact, not apart of the rival gang.

You watched as he pleaded anyone who passed for a drink of water. It was a sad sight. Especially considering he was insulted instead of cared for.

But he’s an O’Driscoll. How could you even feel any form of empathy towards a person like that?

Unless, he truly is not an O’Driscoll.