"So, you make a decision yet?"
"Yeah. I wanna see him."
"You sure you're ready for this?"
"Gotta do it sometime, Hobbes. No time like the present, right?"
"You want me to come in there with ya?"
"Considering the last time you were in a room with him, I think it's a fair bet he won't be cooperative, don't you?"
Bobby laughed softly. "Yeah, you're right." He sobered as he looked up into his friend's solemn chestnut eyes. "Just want you to know you don't have to face this alone."
Darien briefly rested a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Thanks, man. It means a lot."
"I'll wait right here in case you need me, okay?"
"All right. Thanks, Bobby."
Darien turned and faced the door. Behind it was the person responsible for so much pain in his world. He absently wondered if he was strong enough to hold back from killing the man, and decided that was the reason he was doing this. He needed to face Arnaud one final time, and cut the strings away from his nightmare puppeteer once and for all. How this confrontation ended was anyone's guess.