"Not long ago, I had a dream that people could see me for what I am, and for a brief instant in time, the world actually saw my bodies of work." We're at Doakes's memorial service now; only his mother and sisters and LaGuerta are in attendance. "Some even cheered, but as it turns out, nobody mourns the wicked. Sorry, James." The camera pans around and reveals that Dexter is at the service as well. "I think Harry knew that from the start. That's why he gave me a code. It cost him his life, but it kept me alive through incredible trials. The code is mine, now, and mine alone." Now, Dexter is running on the grass in slow motion with Rita and the kids. Everyone is all smiles. "So, too, are the relationships I cultivate. They're not just disguises, anymore." We're at an awards ceremony where Angel and Deb are both receiving plaques for their hard work. "I need them, even if they make me vulnerable. My father might not approve, but I'm no longer his disciple. I'm a master, now; an idea transcended into life."
Now home, Dexter opens a package, and from the sea of packing peanuts he pulls a new blood-slide case and admires it. "And so, this is my new path, which is a lot like the old one, only mine. To stay on that path, I need to work harder, explore new rituals. Evolve." He puts the slides in the same spot in the air conditioner that the old one used to inhabit, and as we look at him from the inside of the machine, he finishes: "Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions; I don't have the answers. Does anyone?"
Well, I certainly don't. I'm just happy you got rid of Lila. My buddy Quail was upset that Dexter didn't chop her up into little pieces, but to him I say this: she didn't deserve Dexter's usual ritual. Fuck her. I hope she rots in that body bag for weeks.
Anyway, I guess that's it. They certainly wrapped up a lot of shit. I have no idea where they're going to start next season, or where the drama's going to come from. I just hope the show doesn't suck, because I do think the way they killed Doakes was a bit lazy.