Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

Although he could see the pain within her eyes, he did not expect the story that followed. It was tragic, enough to drive most people to the edge, she was extremely similar to him. Brought to this way by what he called a trial of blood. It then controlling her every move, her every breath. He looked away from her for a moment glancing at the time briefly, she had picked a good time to unload everything upon him. This was everyone's usual coffee break after all, which meant they had about thirty minutes where they could talk about anything with limited risk. Her pain.... how long has she been down this path... how long has she been like me.. It was one of those rare moments where Dexter could relate to someone, and this had been the first time he had met someone like himself, someone that killed only because they had to. Sometimes it was for revenge, but mostly to feed the inner darkness within. Dexter by this point had learnt to compartmentalize his kills, usually not driven my motif of revenge but simply to make people pay that deserved it. To bring them swift justice. It had not always been this way, his first few kills very messy and unrefined, driven by ulterior motives and although he did not understand or know about it, a sense of emotion. At least his understanding of it. He let her speak, not wanting to interrupt, taking it all in. If he was capable he would have tried to comfort her, but in reality he did not know what to say. He had been through something similar, but even then he could not remember it all entirely, just that something had happened. Something that made him the Dex he was today. He could hear Harry's words, his first lessons running through his head, and he could not help but agree. He had to help Hannah, guide her... before she went down a much darker path. Already she was stained, tainted by the same devil the inner Devil... a suitable name for what we suffer , but hopefully with Harry's code he could make sure she would not get caught, that she continued to kill for the right reasons. That and he hoped Harry would forgive him if he disagreed with teaching her the ways. I understand you a lot more then you probably think... but I usually work alone.. never have I shared a kill, or helped someone else with theirs that had always been something Harry had told him, work alone, involving others increased the risk exponentially. I will not stop you.. or tell anyone, as you now have something on me as well.. You can probably tell I have taken the lives of many victims... I have a momento of each kill, a memory to remind me of the good I have done... he paused, somewhat uneasy to continue this conversation I had someone whom guided my path.. Harry, he used to work here as one of the best detectives the force had on offer. He took me in after the tragic death of my family, I still to this day do not know entirely what happened, my father Harry made sure to try and protect me from the information, and taught me how to control my urges, how to get away with being whom I was. It had been a while since he had talked about Harry Morgan to anyone except when his sister Deb had brought him up occasionally, usually reminding him of a past event or something that he used to say.