She could see then. She could see, or at least feel, the Dark Passenger. That part of Dexter that Dexter kept hidden from the rest of the world so that he could live with them and not raise suspicion. The one that he satisfied with the killing so that it's hunger wouldn't overtake him and make him careless.
She wanted him to be that, for them to be one.
For how long had Dexter wondered what it would be like if he were just all himself? Instead of the Dexter who was human on the outside and monster within? If he let the two parts become a whole, what would happen? He was certain that it wouldn't happen like the knife caused it to. He wouldn't actually become monstrous on the outside like that again. He would just be... him.
Him not faking anything. Just being himself. Deb knew about him already. So did George. There were two people with whom he could be himself and not worry about things. And Baba.
And Baba.
She was something more, wasn't she?
When she moved away, Dexter turned to face her, giving the Cupid his back. Looking only when it sounded as if something strange was happening with the Cupid. When he caught a glimpse, he noted that there was, indeed, something weird happening. It was like a toy, Dexter smiled again.
He liked playing like this with Baba. He liked being encouraged by her. Liked being shown by her that he didn't have to worry about those things. Didn't have to ... follow Harry's Code.
"So that's what you are? A fable?" She'd said something about how if he was from a certain place, he would know that she was nobody's Baba. He suddenly wanted more information. "What's your story?"