Hello My Lover (Lian)
Morgaine, to put it simply, was going to kill him. So would James.

His only advantage would be that his doppelganger would quite likely die first, when they realized that Damien had slipped away from them at some point.

For the first time in his life, Damien Wilson flew on a /commercial/ plane in /coach/. His mother would have a fit over that alone, but this mission was of the utmost importance. He did rented a car under an assumed name at Star City International airport and then drove through the streets to his destination. Damn, he hated American traffic laws. Passing by Outsiders HQ was surreal, knowing that any of them could be on the streets at any time. If they found him, they would probably see fit to kill him for the wounds he'd inflicted months ago.

In a way, today's trip is an attempt to begin the healing of those wounds.

He parks the car six blocks from the apartment address James gave him and uses the time to meditate and center himself. He's going to need to be fast at this to keep from being seen. He must be ready for any opposition between himself and his target.

And he must be ready for his wife's anger, and even her hate.

When night fell, Damien made his way across the rooftops to Lian's apartment building and scouted the area. The lights were off. He couldn't be certain if she was home or not, so he had to risk it.

Minutes later, after successfully getting a window open, Damien sneaks into Lian's home, much the same as she did to his months ago when this entire thing began. Now they were even.
He waits inside for her to return, hoping that she is still well.