Jane had dreamt of leaving this place for many years. Her independent spirit and her activist tendencies had long been traits she backburned to do what little she could for herself and her community. Nevertheless, the circumstance of her strained relationship with Poole and Hatchet had weakened her resolve and she felt more and more that her spirit required new people and new places. She could find work anywhere. She could find causes to champion anywhere. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but this monochrome landscape filled with nothing but the color of memories, memories of a time when she cared enough to compromise for what she loved.
She loved Poole. She loved Hatchet. Yet, now that they were separate and single points of detracted alliance, her level of devotion had changed. Poole told her the danger Hatchet faced in Ricky Buckney. Although she felt relief in the fact that Hatchet was still alive, it became obvious that her perspective had changed when she felt sympathy for this faceless person who had lost a loved one at the hand of one of her dearest friends. She was suffering a transformation. In the cold blank days of the season, she couldn't help but blame the corresponding pain on Hatchet and his deeds. Her desperate need to see him, she resolved, was more a need to say goodbye.
So he's safe. Until Buckney finds him. What are the chances of that? I'm not sure. What was Marcus' reaction? He said he was gonna take care of it. What does that mean? I'm not sure. Are you sure about anything? How can I be sure about things I can't control? Is he gonna confront him? I don't know, Jane. He's going to get killed, isn't he? I don't know, Jane. This Buckney, has he killed before? I'm not sure. One thing's for sure, Hatchet has. Jane, don't talk like that. Don't speak the truth? I wanted to kill Ricky the night he broke into my house and when I look back on it, I had every right to under the law. So you're both willing to kill people over this stupid shit. Do you want Hatchet to die? I want Hatchet to do the right thing. You want him to turn himself in? I don't want him to kill people. You didn't answer my question. I want him to be the same person I thought was my friend. He is the same person, Jane. How do you figure that? He has simply taken everything he has ever believed in and put it into action. The Marcus Hatchet that I knew would never kill. He killed in self-defense, Jane. I don't care. You would've done the same thing. I never would have put myself in that position, Poole. I understand. I can't believe you're defending him on this. I'm defending my friend, the guy we both know is not an evil person. Do we know that, anymore, Dexter? Of course we do. Would you hate me if I left, Dexter? Where would you go? You didn't answer my question. You know I could never hate you. I think I'm going to leave. Do you have a plan? Not really. That doesn't sound like you. I know. We're falling apart, aren't we? We've been torn apart. Please don't blame this on Hatchet. All we seem to talk about anymore is blame.
She loved Poole. She loved Hatchet. Yet, now that they were separate and single points of detracted alliance, her level of devotion had changed. Poole told her the danger Hatchet faced in Ricky Buckney. Although she felt relief in the fact that Hatchet was still alive, it became obvious that her perspective had changed when she felt sympathy for this faceless person who had lost a loved one at the hand of one of her dearest friends. She was suffering a transformation. In the cold blank days of the season, she couldn't help but blame the corresponding pain on Hatchet and his deeds. Her desperate need to see him, she resolved, was more a need to say goodbye.
So he's safe. Until Buckney finds him. What are the chances of that? I'm not sure. What was Marcus' reaction? He said he was gonna take care of it. What does that mean? I'm not sure. Are you sure about anything? How can I be sure about things I can't control? Is he gonna confront him? I don't know, Jane. He's going to get killed, isn't he? I don't know, Jane. This Buckney, has he killed before? I'm not sure. One thing's for sure, Hatchet has. Jane, don't talk like that. Don't speak the truth? I wanted to kill Ricky the night he broke into my house and when I look back on it, I had every right to under the law. So you're both willing to kill people over this stupid shit. Do you want Hatchet to die? I want Hatchet to do the right thing. You want him to turn himself in? I don't want him to kill people. You didn't answer my question. I want him to be the same person I thought was my friend. He is the same person, Jane. How do you figure that? He has simply taken everything he has ever believed in and put it into action. The Marcus Hatchet that I knew would never kill. He killed in self-defense, Jane. I don't care. You would've done the same thing. I never would have put myself in that position, Poole. I understand. I can't believe you're defending him on this. I'm defending my friend, the guy we both know is not an evil person. Do we know that, anymore, Dexter? Of course we do. Would you hate me if I left, Dexter? Where would you go? You didn't answer my question. You know I could never hate you. I think I'm going to leave. Do you have a plan? Not really. That doesn't sound like you. I know. We're falling apart, aren't we? We've been torn apart. Please don't blame this on Hatchet. All we seem to talk about anymore is blame.
Edit 12.13.2018