"You aren't alone." Charlie didn't explain what he meant by that, but it was true. There were a few out in the City who didn't care for the way they were being pushed out of comfort zones; they liked having a set routine that wasn't upset by whatever oddity the City felt like throwing at them. But, those who survived adapted or, as in Charlie's case, allowed the problems and worries to roll away.
"Death was nice." The detective nodded. "Never met any of Death's helpers, at least none that I know of." There had been some he could see being Death's assistants, but he didn't want to jump to any conclusions. There had been one woman who always seemed to be around at the right time.
"My partner likes being here. I'm sure there are others; bad life back home or they're dead. Death tends to make people appreciate life. Did it you?" He ignored the disappointment; though... "You're the second person I've met who has anything to do with crimes and who has come back to the City. Interesting." The City was trying to help? For a brief moment, the ginger wondered why the City didn't just take care of things itself, or give more help than someone who would have to be caught up. The City'd done it twice now. Of course, this Dexter Morgan had to be vetted first before they could bring him in.