One thing I have learned is that you and I are opposites, but also just the same. Like an image in a mirror. We hate people. And they in turn hate us. And fear us.
You’ve told me about her, like a gentleman, now kindly behave like a gangster again.
They are identically different, Hannibal and Will.
Perception is a tool that’s pointed on both ends.
We’ve learned something new about Vecna/Henry/One. He’s a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin.
Within every man, there are many men.
We all must choose, man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same. We choose light or we choose darkness. We choose good or we choose evil. We choose the true god or the false.
Peacocks represent rebirth. The serpent, too, can shed its skin, begin anew. And yet, when the two meet, they’re violent enemies. Pure destruction.
I used to wish that I could be different, normal. A life without my Dark Passenger. But who am I kidding? This is who I am, what I am. I’m Dexter Morgan. I’m exactly who I need to be, exactly who you want me to be.
There’s a fine line between a monster and a hero.
New York may be a big town, but it’s not big enough for two Dark Passengers.
My business has two sides. Light and dark. I’ll need someone for each.[to Duke]
