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Butler knew he was dying. He'd felt the bullet.
The life was draining from his body, his senses shutting down one by one. He'd never thought that he would be granted a slow death, with time for goodbyes. And he'd thought about death a lot over the years. You tended to, in his profession.
Without meaning to, he began to recall every post he'd had. Each flashed across his mind, drawing him further from reality.
But then there was Artemis, standing over him, assuring him it would be fine. Butler almost smiled. He was glad he was dying for Artemis.