"I'm aware. I don't like it much, but I can deal with it. I've seen enough weird stuff in this place to understand that appearances mean very little. It still irks the professional side, that part that has done things the same way with the same thinking for an entire career?"
Dexter got the feeling that this guy didn't really have problems with that sort of thing. His brain worked too differently than most of the people Dexter'd met in his entire lifetime.
"Yeah, that's me. Dexter Morgan. Murder victim, ex-zombie and two time ghost." He smiled a little bit. It sounded absurd coming out of his mouth, but it was the truth.
"Death, if it's the same one, was a nice girl. There have been reapers here, too. Kind of like Death's helpers. I didn't see Godzilla in person, but I heard a lot about it happening. The last big thing I was here for was that Cupid thing. Then I went home for three years. Now I'm suddenly back."
He couldn't hide the disappointment he felt in that.