Oh dear. Well, here was hoping for the best. But, he could tell by the smiles and laughter that, even if he failed, they weren't upset. In fact, they...almost seemed proud of him. And Don knew. Even if he didn't know them personally, they were good people.

They didn't deserve what was happening to them, and he had to do something. He couldn't fall apart, not again. He just didn't know how. With all he knew, and all he'd gone through, how the shell was he going to help with something more than just getting people out of the Arena, or watching over a few allies?

Perhaps he could figure it out, after tonight.

They didn't call him the brains of his brothers for nothing, after all. Right?