He's also dealing with the ignominy of having his own father labeled a traitor.

During the day, he says he ate "a lot of chicken nuggets and chips" and, in the evening, he would ask for the "perfect traitor fuel" to be delivered to his lodgings - a crisp sandwich.

"Everyone had just decided that I was a traitor."

The traitor who attacked us didn't win a mandate, but he did win convincingly.

Blouin described the events as a "war of nerves", with traitors "organising everywhere".