Jesus ****ing Christ. Very rarely does anything, be it show, movie, music, whatever, bring much out in my emotionally. In fact there are only two things that can regularly get me even the slightest bit misty-eyed: Hammerfall (shut up) and the murder of Bruce Wayne's parents (shut up). But I literally can't remember the last time anything ever made me cry like a little bitch. I mean, borderline bawling. For pretty much the last half of the episode I was a wreck. I was getting a bit teary when I first found out Deb was brain dead, but I think it was right at the exact moment when Quinn lost it in the interrogation room with Saxon that the floodgates really opened. After that I was done.

I also never go back and rewatch an episode I've just watched, but I just kept going back and watching certain scenes, sometimes out of sequence. I watched the last ten minutes--from the point where Dexter arrives at the hospital in the boat to when he drives into the storm--three times, and I fell apart each time.

I've also never been more satisfied with the death of a villain. Even if he wasn't the best villain of the series, Saxon needed to die. The way Dexter killed him was Batman as ****.