"What are you going to do?!" Dexter questioned quickly and sensitively almost as soon as I finished speaking. "If you do anything to Debra, it's absolutely impossible for me to forgive you!"
"Oh, I can't do anything." I looked back at him calmly, my tone not fluctuating at all. "If I don't stop you, it's you who will really do something. Do you think Harry Morgan will be forced to accept your psychological problems because of guilt, and Debra, a normal person who doesn't know anything, will?"
"…What guilt?" Dexter was silent for a while, as if digesting my words, and then he suddenly realized the point I had revealed to him in this passage. "Why does Harry feel guilty about his adopted child?"
There was a gentle smile on my face, but unfortunately there was not much sincerity in this mask-like smile. "Stupid brother, it looks like you really don't know anything. Don't you know why Harry adopted you?"
Dexter panicked, and while he might not have noticed what I was about to say, his gut told him that it would completely overturn his previous views.
"Don't you know?...You can't lie to me...Don't think that if you make it up, I'll believe it..." Dexter said sternly.
"No matter how mean I am, I won't make up a lie about my mother." My tone was soft but the words were sharp. "The reason why Harry adopted you was because of his guilt towards our mother. She was an informant for Harry, you know? She was indirectly killed by that damn policeman!!! We are all victims! "
"It's ridiculous that you are so grateful to his family, and you take that man's daughter into your heart, and even a brother like Brian can be easily discarded..." I was quick to speak, and I called him Brian instead of me. . Fortunately, the situation is very tense now, and no one will pay attention to this.
Dexter, who heard my words, froze for a while. Then I looked at his calm eyes from Dillon's shot, and became frantic again. Watching this scene, I couldn't help but sigh at Harry Morgan's upbringing. In my opinion, he just raised a healthy expelling shell, but he couldn't do anything about the soul inside.
Watching Dexter struggle to get up and fight me as he would rather endure the pain that the bullet had pierced through. He kept muttering in a low voice: "Impossible, it's all fake... everything you said is fake..." It was as if these words could hypnotize him and forget everything I said.
It should have been a pitiful and ridiculous scene, but my withered sympathy could not be fulfilled for him. Because Bryan was actually the unlucky one of the three event-connectors left in the past, wasn't he? I just stood there without moving my hands, watching Dexter approach me with cold eyes. Patience is the only thing I can do when I fulfill Brian's wish.
I originally thought to let him do it, and after he calmed down for the second time, he would continue to take the strong medicine. Who knows, maybe it was a misunderstanding because of my motionless appearance, a figure suddenly flashed in front of me, and then with a muffled thud of punching to the flesh, Dillon threw Dexter out.
"What are you doing standing there stupid?! Let me know! You are his brother, not his sandbag. What's the use of talking so much? If you want me to say, since he is your brother, if he doesn't obey, he will be beaten up. Alright!" Before I could react, he suddenly rushed in front of me and kicked Dexter away. That's not all, after a series of actions were completed, he turned his head and taught me again.
Because such a guy who doesn't fit the style of the painting came in, all of a sudden my pace was disrupted. Unexpectedly, he usually seems so silent that he doesn't know whether it is indifference or a wooden guy, but in the end he has a violent temper.
Before I could even open my mouth to respond to his words, Dexter was beaten to the ground again in the blink of an eye. As a result of being beaten to the ground, Dexter is now, like me, stained with blood, and the tip of his nose is full of the nauseating smell of pig blood.
In the silence, there was only the sound of Dillon's movements for a while.
To my surprise, Dexter didn't even struggle to fight back when no one stopped him. On the contrary, he curled up and subconsciously assumed a defensive posture. Was it startled by the sudden fist? My thoughts suddenly flew away.
In fact, since he was adopted by Harry Morgan, he has never felt this kind of crushing and beating. Even before that happened, Dexter must have never had this experience. Because Brian and Dexter are children of single parent families.
In a way, there is something missing from both brothers' personalities because of the absence of their own father's upbringing. This is a common problem faced by many children from single-parent families.
It can't be said to be a personality defect. After all, even children in two-parent families, due to the different parental education methods, may also have the result that the children are too self-centered due to the excessive doting of the parents to the children. But Brian and Dexter lacked the carelessness and frizz that are typical of men.
Even when Dexter was young, Brian had a protective stance in front of older kids who bullied him. But even Brian's character is inevitably more sensitive to women from the beginning. Not to mention little Dexter.
With their sensitivity to the environment and the emotions of others, Brian and Dexter, who were most vulnerable to external stimuli as children at the time, experienced seeing their mother killed and being in that environment too. For a long time, the result of mental trauma is more serious.
Thinking of this, I, who originally wanted to stop immediately, suddenly stopped and stood there. That's how I watched Dexter writhe in the pool of blood, curled up in the corner. With some kind of inexplicable pleasure, I just let Dillon fight with the intensity of training in the army, so as not to hurt the opponent's roots, but it is also a fist that can make bruises, and landed on Dirk again and again. on Sturt.
"Beanie... Beanie..." Dexter's childhood nickname for Bryant, a begging whisper, suddenly entered my ears.
Before I could react, my body started to move on its own. I felt as if there was another soul in my body, controlling my limbs and torso and rushing up. His legs fell on Dexter's side all of a sudden, holding Dillon's fist, which had suddenly stopped because of my intervention, with one hand, and wrapped one hand on this disobedient brother.
"Enough, stop!" I called out subconsciously, with an imperative tone. I didn't realize at this point that I was doing this because of Dillon's connivance with me these days. I don't know when, I have already put him on the list of people close to me. Because people actually allow themselves to have a little temper with each other only when they are really close to people.
As I put my arms around Dexter, I felt a mixed embrace from him. Dillon's accidental intervention made the scene restore the most realistic appearance.
Because the place where Dexter was lying down at this time was exactly where little Brian was holding little Dexter and watching the scene where his mother was killed! After that, the two brothers remained motionless, sitting in the blood pool, watching the closed container from this perspective for three days.
Although the treatment of PTSD, especially in the face of Dexter's persistent avoidance of facts due to blurred memory, encourages the other person to face the event and express his feelings in a soothing way. Letting out the emotions that accompany a traumatic event is the right way to go.
But I was suddenly afraid that this stimulation would be too much, too much. I hugged Dexter tightly, comforting in a hoarse voice.
"It's okay...it's okay..." I heard myself say, "Isn't Dexter grown up? You're going to stand up and face..."
Like little Brian back then, I pressed Dexter's head tightly on my shoulder to make sure he couldn't see the perpetrator. And I stared at Dillon with wide eyes, and shouted with lips: "Go...you go out first! I'll be fine here."
After Dillon tried his best to hide his voice, he exited the container and waited outside with his arms around him. It took me more than ten minutes to get Dexter to slow down again.
"Can you really save me?" Dexter's voice rang in my ear, and the silent tears made his voice hoarse. "I really don't need to kill... I'm so afraid of losing control... But even Harry can't help it..."
"The proof that I haven't killed a single person yet." I tried to soften my voice and promised him. "It's animal blood. I bought it at the slaughterhouse. Come to think of it, Dexter. If sociopaths really don't have any feelings, what's your obsession with Debra? ?"
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"If you're really a completely emotionless monster, tell me why you're afraid again? We can keep the monster that grows in our hearts locked up, as long as you don't feed him, one day he will die .Trust me, my brother."