Debra was a person he could usually talk to. He was not as open with her as he was with Rita due to her 'therapies' but there was an unspoken agreement between them that he could tell her everything.

Well, obviously not everything.

Not about his killing-people thing.

Or about their father.

Or, heaven forbid, about the topic he wanted to discuss with every fibre of his being. About Brian.

About his soft, black locks, sparkling eyes and breathtaking smile. And how hollow he felt after his brother's death.

How, he wanted to turn back time so as to kill her instead of him.

He would have done it without regrets. Without remorse.

Just to see the sexy, bloodthirsty look again.