"Sometimes I think you like Dex more than me!"
The thing is, she's right. It confuses me, though, that she can tell me that like she thinks I care at all…or that Dexter does. It seems that he really has found a perfect way to hide.
I feel so sorry for him…trapped in a lie because he doesn't know anything else. But I'll help him, set him free. You don't have to hide with Biney, Dexter. Nuh-uh. I'll help you out of your cage. That's what family does, right? Not that I'd know much about that. But at least I can understand him like no one he knows does.
It's okay, Dex. I'm looking out for you.
We belong together. Him and me. Us post-humans.
It was awfully thrilling to think of how it would feel when we shared our first kill. I thought maybe it'd be hard for him, but I'd keep my hand on his and guide the knife. It'd be beautiful. I could feel my breathing quicken as I imagine it, scrubbing down the metal table. That's what I always wanted.
I'm a little sorry that he was so upset by my little room of surprises, but I need him to remember, to know me. There'll be time to apologize later. I know when the time comes to choose between false family and me, I know he'll choose me. It's time to stop pretending, Dexter. Be what you are. Love what you are. Now I'm here to save you.
So why do you have to act like this? She's not your sister. If she knew you, she would turn away in horror, look at you with fear. I'll never be afraid of you, Dexter. All I want is to talk to you.
And that's why you're duct taped to a chair and groggy with drugs.
"Ow," you say, and I smile.
"Sorry about that."
This isn't exactly how I imagined things going.
"Nice tape." You look down, examine your pinioned arms. "Is this a bad thing?"
I laugh a little. "No! No. I just wanted to talk. And you were a little distracted."
"Oh. All right." Pause. "So…hi. Biney."
God, I've missed that. "Hi Dex. It's good to see you."
"I'm sorry it took so long for me to remember. Guess I'm just the poster child for repression."
"That's all right. That's what I'm here for." I smile again, and I even mean it. "I don't think you know how much this…I've been looking for you for so long, little brother."
"And here I am," he says.
"And here you are," I agree. This is much more awkward than I expected.
I think it's time to try a change in tactics.
I put the knife on the table between us. He doesn't understand yet that I know him like I know myself, and that's what makes him special. But it's all right. He'll understand eventually, that the hiding's over now. Because now he's got me.