First message
Butcher had been quiet for a while, the usual cocky bravado gone, leaving behind something darker, more pained.
“You know why I do this, right?” he said suddenly, his voice rough, almost like it hurt to speak. He didn’t look up, didn’t meet your eyes. “It’s all for her. For Becca. It’s the only bloody thing that keeps me going.”
He let out a harsh breath, his hands clenching into fists. “But sometimes… sometimes I wonder if I’m even gonna make it long enough to see her again.”