Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

To this day he was rather used to sympathy from others when the story of his mothers murder came up, but this time was different. It seemed like Melia genuinely seemed upset for him, which made sense as she too had been through something tragic, an event that had made her into the person she was today. Dexter was actually a little curious as to what sort of place that she lived in, if this was considered nice, it was simple yes, very organised but apart from nothing fancy. The real-estate value was quite decent though due to the location, so maybe that was what she had meant. He really did not understand normal conversation well sometimes, even after all this time of trying to study it to act more normal to try and blend in better to society. It was odd to hear her offer help to try and find people of his past, he had been trying for a long time now, the information almost impossible to find. It was rather a surprise at how late it was currently, not that this bothered Dex, considering he was used to being able to function from limited sleep. After all sometimes the only time he could catch a victim off-guard was when it was the early hours of the morning. Thinking for a moment he realised it was the weekend, this in particular was a good thing as he could spend it getting to know more about Melia, telling her about Harrys code that he followed so closely. Dexter watched her as she started to show him the scars, his eyes looking at them closely, observing them. Each told a story, a wound that had been inflicted, and even though he did not know in particular how to comfort, he at least hoped the people that had inflicted them had received justice. After thinking for a moment a few choice words came to mind, People can be so horrible sometimes you did not deserve to have to go through all that, to be forced to live with the scars off your past figuratively and literally.. He sighed and tried to offer a feeble laugh as she told him about some of the other wounds. The tone went serious though relatively quickly, as she moved onto something that seemed to upset her. He listened intently before actually joining in with her laughing. Her perspective at times was rather morbid, but still relatable, he had heard of times where sometimes the mafia, or at least that was what the stories foretold. Would use a method similar, as pigs were greedy and were rather useful to remove any form of evidence because if they were starving or you got them to start eating, they simply would not stop until the food was gone. I have never personally witnessed it but I have heard it is a very effective method if it was two normal people having such a conversation, well it probably would have ended rather quickly, but neither Dexter or Meila were what people would not call normal. He actually wondered what they would call them, had they known the truth. More then likely they would be called monsters, murderers and be lumped with the scum that they removed from the city that actually usually enjoyed causing death or exploitation for greed and many other reasons. Not Dexter though, he killed only when he felt he had to, and only people that deserved it and so far his understanding of his assistant from work, was she was the same. How did you continue to feel emotions I mean this was one thing Dex struggled to even remember having, only occasionally feeling anger, but other than that usually nothing at all. His eyes looking over her . Melia had been through so much, enough that most people would have gone insane or probably taken their lives. Still she seemed for the most part strong capable, and a little rough around the edges. She probably broke down sometimes, but considering the circumstances, well that was to be expected. Thinking for a moment and due to the time, he decided to offer something somewhat out of the ordinary You can stay here tonight if you wish, I want to continue talking to you to understand you, and by the time we finish with that I think it would be to late for you to drive home At this current moment it was an innocent offer, but considering he now felt as if he had someone to reside and talk with, someone similar. Well anything was possible who knew what the night would hold for the two of them. Even Dexter was curious, his eyes still had not left her before he saw her hair had become messed up slightly. Fixing it with one of his fingers and tucking it behind her ear he then ran the finger down her cheek. We are so different Melia and yet the same and to think this whole time, I thought I was the only one whom had to deal with a inner demon a dark passenger controlling my life or in my case, my emotions.