Korean-American Psycho 5

She remembered:

"So what makes you want to become a killer?"
"I'm just so sick of all these misunderstandings and compromises. There is so much injustice in this world. It's not just towards Asians, blacks, or Hispanics. It's towards women too. Sports stars just get away with murder or rape and the police just look the other way. You really have to pursue the case to get justice."
"What makes you think that you are different?"
She poured some more cognac down his throat.

Now:

"What made you want to write for an online literary magazine?"
"I always wanted to be a writer. When I found out my talent was not that great, I decided to critique writing," Derek smiled then took another sip of cognac.
"And is writing a critique of life, of being?" she asked.
"That's a good question. A more pertinent question would be, "Is the meaning of things indeterminate or can the subject carry any meaning outside of an arbitrary context?"
"I have no idea what you are saying, but it sounds good." She thought about this idea for a while. Was he saying that the meaning of a thing is determined by our subjective ideas about context?
"This is getting too philosophical for me. What is your basic problem. You cannot handle the intensity of your girlfriend?"
"Intensity... she rages on and on and tells me there are noble ideas about love that we should preserve and that love is the vehicle that sublimation rides on so that we can elevate ourselves from our basic instincts..."
She poured him another glass of cognac.
"This must be pretty expensive stuff," Derek commented. "It's so smooth."
"Couple hundred."
Then she said, "It's worth it."
"So her ideas about love are too elevated for your taste?"
"Yes. Very much so." He stumbled a bit out of bed. His naked body shocked her a little.
"And you. You don't believe in love. And Sam isn't your real name, is it?"
"You're smart," she let out a spill of laughter.
"So why'd you bring me here?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yes."
"To remember when I used to believe in love."
"Do you remember?"
"I remember being in love with Western culture."
"Maybe you were in love with the Western context of individuality, of rebellion, of romantic love."
"You're clever. So according to you, the character of Dexter, the psychotic killer who kills psychotic killers... this kind of scenario or reality is what deconstructionism will untimately lead to?"
"That's a word I haven't heard for a while. But yes, I think so. So we must deconstruct the deconstructionists."

Derek kissed her for a long time.
"You're not as cold as you pretend to be," he muttered.
"I'm not looking for a relationship."

Then her eyes became clear and cold. She wanted to take a bath in an ancient lake with swans around.