Darryl

Darryl had been trampled on and ignored for years. He'd blended into the background his whole life and sometimes it felt as if he were invisible, especially to Babette. Maybe it was because of her antiquated expectation that he would be a strong protector. Maybe it was because he wasn't French. And maybe Darryl was the one who needed some protecting. In a moment of defiance, he packed up his things and said au revoir to Babette, but she didn't hear him. C'est la vie.