[Suspecting that Hughie may be falling in love with Annie, Butcher takes him to a superhuman survivors' support group to listen to people and their personal experiences with Supes]
So I'm kind of a writer. I work in marketing. There's this one hero, who shall remain nameless, but has ice powers.
[snaps his fingers] Ice Princess.
I'm… not allowed to say. Anyway, she took a liking to me. It was heady, man. Intoxicating. No one wants to fuck the writer. Needless to say, I fell for her big time.
[whispering to Hughie] What kind of knobber falls for a Supe?
Anyway, we were being intimate when she climaxed and accidentally turned into ice. Just for a second, but I was, uh… still in there, at negative 346 degrees. Same temperature as liquid nitrogen. As you can imagine, um… [beat; looks down in shame] It snapped off.
[Everyone, except Butcher and Hughie, quietly gasps]
The crazy thing is, I still miss her. It's like… that's the cost of a mortal like me for being with a god like her.
[whispering to Hughie] If a Supe done that when she was happy, imagine what one would do if she found out you'd been lyin' to her from the get-go?
Excuse me. Do you have something you'd like to share?
No, no. Apologies. [to Seth] Please, do continue the ice capades.
We don't make jokes or judgments here. Why don't you take the talking stick and tell us your story?
Nah, I'm good.
You know, I've seen guys like you before.
Oh, I seriously doubt that.
The smirk, the jokes–It's all a defense mechanism. But you don't have to do that here. This is a safe space.
I said I'm good. Time to move on.
Go ahead, Seth. Give him the stick.
[Seth attempts to give Butcher the talking stick, but Butcher yanks it from him and threatens him with it]
You back off, or I'll shove this stick where your dick used to be. [to the rest of the support group] You're a bunch of pathetic Supe-worshipin' cunts. I bet you'd thank a Supe if they shat on your mum's best china! Did it ever occur to you that they split your spine… or broke your dick just for a laugh? Where's your fuckin' rage?! Your self-respect?! Sittin' here in your little share circle. Havin' a little whinge and a moan. Fuck lettin' go! You should be out there with a fuckin' chainsaw, goin' after them! Just a bunch of scared fuckin' rabbits.
[Butcher drops the talking stick and collects his jacket]
[to Hughie as he walks out] Supes are the same. Every fuckin' one of 'em.
Oh, he's, um... sorry. [follows Butcher out]
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