"There has to be another way, Eliot. There just has to be." Kathy kept her voice low, soft. Earnest. "Don't let him make you a killer."
The Butcher laughed, a choked noise around the knife. "Too late for that, blyadtch. He was a killer long before the first time we fought."
"You're not that same man now," Kathy said, shooting the Butcher a nasty glare but otherwise ignoring him. "You're not like him. You don't have to be. We can find another way."
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Date: 2015-11-20 01:46 am (UTC)The Butcher laughed, a choked noise around the knife. "Too late for that, blyadtch. He was a killer long before the first time we fought."
"You're not that same man now," Kathy said, shooting the Butcher a nasty glare but otherwise ignoring him. "You're not like him. You don't have to be. We can find another way."