it’s impossible to put into words but deanna says it with everything else in her. she lets john see all of it, her pain and her joy and her rage, hoping he’ll write it in his fucking journal or something one night and everything will click into place like any of the cases he works. she’s his case. she deserves just as much red string and cross-referencing and intense scrutiny. she didn’t leave with sam. she’ll be one of those dead things in those pages one day, and she chose this.









