"It would have been strange if I'd been a reaper." Dexter admitted. He couldn't really think of what he would have done. There was a large fundamental difference between what he did and what she did. She took the souls of those who were about to die. He took the lives of people who deserved it.

Would he have still done that as a reaper?

Would he be somehow prevented in doing that.

"Maybe some day the magical reaper fairy will come and make me into one." He shrugged.

The words that had come out of his mouth didn't make much sense to him. Dexter looked at the vodka as he took it back and noticed they'd had quite a bit between them.

He was going to be more inebriated than he'd intended on being.