It's simple really. The truth is right in front of me and it's been there the whole time, just waiting for me to see it. How it evaded me for so long I don't know. But I know it now as strongly as I know the voice of the Dark Passenger, beckoning me to do its will.
The truth has made itself known to me and who am I to fight it?
This is how it is meant to be.
He has sinned and those sins give me free reign. He is not safe from the Dark Passenger any longer, without the protection of the Miami Police. He is as alone as I am and as twisted. No. He is more twisted. He believes he is doing what is right. Even though in a sense he is right – killing bad guys is not necessarily a bad thing – he is still taking lives, which is bad. For him not to see that is pure evil.
Lust for the next kill has his judgement cloudy for I have ended lives of men and women – bad people, all of them – for less than what he's done.
There is no doubt left in my mind. It's meant to be. Doakes is meant to be.
I'm going to need more plastic sheets.