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I did not deserve her. *sighs*

C'mon, don't be so hard on yourself.

She is dead because of me. My children lost their mother, because of me.

Because I am a monster.

Dex...I really highly doubt that.

*sighs* Yet another unsuspecting innocent. Run. Run while you can.

[frowns] Hey, we're gonna all get through this, okay? We're gonna be okay. Promise.

How? *frowns as he looks up at her.* How is this going to be okay?

Because we're all in this together. You, and me, and Deb, and Joey and all of us.

Joey? Quinn? He wants my head on a silver platter.

No, he doesn't. He's just having a severe case of Male PMS. I think he's worried about... [and she gestures to her very pregnant stomach]

*glances at her belly* Oh. Okay.

We weren't exactly expecting one.

*takes a deep breath* Neither were we.

Is there anything I can do to help?

I-----

No.

Not unless you can make Astor hate me less. Or bring back Rita. Take away the memories of blood Harrison will always carry with him.

That first part will just take time, Dex. Trust me, I know. I've been there.

Can you talk to her? To Astor? Can you help her?

I don't care about what happens to me...just don't them them become what I am. Please.

Of course I can. Don't mention it. I'll do anything I can to help.

Do that. Help Astor. Please.

Don't mention it. I can stop by after work, if you like. Just a little slower than usual with the extra baby weight.

I know. I remember when Rita was.........* drifts off *

[Gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.] Hey. Anything at all, I'm always here for you.