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artemis crock, clay kaczmarek, dexter morgan, elena gilbert, gwen cooper

day 269 » video
[ It was my mother. I saw my mother killed in front of me.

It's been a few days since the little boy in the blood finally became clear to him, since a few more of the details fell into place, but still there's so much missing. So much that he doesn't understand, so many questions it's introduced.

Harry always told me it was an accident.

I did what I thought was best for you, Dexter. I always did.

You lied about where I came from, how you found me. What else have you lied about?

You know I don't have any answers that you don't, Dexter. I'm an echo, an afterimage. I'm a memory that you use to reframe life into terms you can understand, a projected guide to help you interpret and navigate your way through a world you've never felt a part of.

This could be what made me that way, why I am what I am now. Was my Dark Passenger forged in my mother's blood?

The imagined visage of Harry, so often at his side through his mind's eye, is no longer there to speculate on that. It can't tell him what he needs to know. ]

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[ When he activates the feed, Dexter has managed a small, tight-lipped smile. Pleasant. Friendly. He's good at this. He can do it. ]

There seem to be an awful lot of broadcasts asking what people recommend we do with ourselves here. I have to admit, it's something I've been wondering about, myself. I've never been much for picking up hobbies, but you know what they say about idle hands.

[ And mine have been idle for far too long. I can feel it getting impatient. Restless. ]

So, that brings me to my question. What's a blood spatter analyst do with himself at the bottom of the sea? Doesn't exactly seem as if there's much demand for my professional expertise.