“Who’s your little friend, Price? New recruit? I say it’s a rather dangerous move, bringing children into the battlefield. ‘Specially this little sweetheart, here.” Butcher taunted with a smirk, Price responding with a sigh as he knelt down to your level,

“Tell me. Where the gas is.” He ordered, calmly. Butcher scoffed,

“Like I’d tell you!” Price shook his head in disappointment before he looked to you, his well-trained spawn of a failed marriage.

“Do you remember when Daddy told you what to do with bullshit people?” He spoke softly to you.