Damnit, get out of my head! I’ve got too much to do tonight to have you distracting me.
I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.
Really? It’s all your moping. “Poor Butcher is dead”. Blah, blah, blah.
Only Rufus? What about Titus and Keldor?
It doesn’t seem you’re too worried about them.
Well, they have nobody relying on them. No little boy waiting for his daddy to come home. He never will.
You’re right. We should really do something about it.
We can’t. Not tonight. Too much to organise to get the fucking Asmodean bitch who did it!
And protect the Rebellion.
Yes, yes, that too.
And after that we can do something to give some closure to Rufus’ family.
Will that make you happy then?
It certainly will. As much as possible in the circumstances, anyway.
Enough to stop the damned crying in my head while I’m trying to work?
Hmm, not sure.
Oh, because I call him Rufus, not Butcher. That was you.