[Kieran nods in understanding. Just because he spilled the details about his own demise, that doesn't mean he expects others to readily be able to do the same. He's barely able to handle it, himself, despite his experiences with death as a whole. That's probably one of the only things he's sure about in this conversation.]

[His tone is quiet and his voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.]

I did.

[Kieran pauses and then continues.]

We had--uh, the Van der Linde gang, I mean--had a little boy with us. Jack. He was the son of two of the members: M-Miss Abigail and John Marston.

One day when I was workin' around camp, I saw a couple of fellers who were workin' with some of the gang leaders pokin' around camp. I thought it was fer business. Turns out, they were lookin' fer a way to kidnap the poor kid. I didn't see them take Jack, or see them do anythin' suspicious, b-but I sure as shit didn't say anythin' to the rest of the gang.

After they took 'im, I told Miss Abigail about what happened. Told her that I'd trade my l-life fer his if I could. Lord almighty, I felt so guilty about it.

The good news is that the gang got little Jack home safe and sound, which is what's important. The next day is when I got picked up by the O'Driscolls. So, uh, I-I guess what I said worked somehow. And I guess... I guess that means I did deserve it, one way or another. Especially if you take all that other stuff from my past into consideration.