What a glorious fool that Cody was! What a beautiful, silly soul he had! Some people are good at Big Brother because they see the game in a certain vivid way, and you imagine that Cody looked at Big Brother as a kind of battlefield. He was a man of honor. He was a warrior who wanted to fight other warriors. He was well-liked by all–so handsome, they all said, with pretty eyes and chiseled chin. His hair was perfect. He fought for 97 days with his truest ally at his side. He imagined himself as an equal partner in the alliance; perhaps he even thought he was the important one, the man who went out there and got information. (A fist gone mad might think itself a brain.) You imagine him at the end of a long quest, mere footsteps away from the Grail, turning around and grasping the hand of his best friend. "Come with me, brother!" he says. "We'll go together to our final reward!"
Poor fool. Cody won the final Head of Household competition. He had two options: Bring Derrick, or bring Victoria. Derrick was his ally; Victoria was Victoria, a floating meatbag, a non-being. He sent Victoria out of the house: "This is my ride or die guy. I'm so sorry, Victoria."