This is why we can not afford to close an empty casket

[fooloftheking]

WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: Butcher shop, open to anywhere around the villages
WHEN: 12/20 - 12/23
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Death. Anger. Rage issues. Thoughts of self harm. Knife wound. Likely violence.

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Your breath in this cool room chill - Butcher Shop

The video is not anything Bobo doesn't know. Wynonna told him that day when she arrived, showing herself into his house, and the truce had been made. A truce made by love for a woman that had turned on them both. He hasn't forgotten Willa a single day in this place, but the visions in his mind of those days when she was returned to them, when he had hoped to have his swan back, it was nothing like this.

Of her caught up in coils, of Peacemaker glowing blue, of Willa's face caught up in agony and loss and pain... and none of it for leaving him to die.

Yet as he stumbles back as the bullet slams into her forehead, pierces her brain, watching it begin to loop once more on the device of her there in the dark, the shields that protect the Ghost River Triangle down, and the demon Wynonna had asked him about coming. Coming for his Willa.

He can't get it off his wrist, turning as he stumbles knocking pans off the counter, grabbing up one of the knives he uses to take apart carcasses. For a moment he thinks about it, thinks about taking off the device no matter what it takes. instead he slams it into the cutting block. Again and again. A third time and his hand slides down and the blade cuts into the heel of his hand.

Snarling as he tosses it across the room, grabbing up a rag and gripping it tight with his cut hand. Cursing, snarling out words as so many emotions he's never dealt with well up within him. He's spent months in this place, ignoring the things that had happened just in those moments before he came to in the fountain.

Now they're playing out in front of him, bringing out pain and loss and betrayal, reminding him that the chances he took ended in nothing.

If any of the others helping out in the butcher shop come in they will find blood on the floor, the brain pans and tools on the floor, and fresh blood splattering the edge of the cutting table.

Swans mate for life - The next few days

There's little peace for Bobo to find. He can't help himself, watching it time and again, just to see her face. To see her one last time, to try and see the woman that had said he could stay and die while she went on her own. Trying to make himself see that woman, and not the perfect, wild, deadly beauty that he had kissed one last time, told her to wait for him while he finished off the mice following them.

Mice.

How easy it is for one to go from predator to prey. Could one go back though? He had been prey turned predator, and the returned to prey once more. Nothing more than a mouse left to die after the trap. Now caught in another trap, running their mazes and fighting for the cheese. Trapped. Predator or prey? He isn't sure yet.

Caught up in his thoughts, wandering instead of working as he tries to make sense of any of it. Why show him this now? How had they even gotten this? A vision he hadn't seen, seemingly taken from a camera in the trees between Wynonna and Willa, filming it all.

He wanders into the inn, but rarely takes time to eat. Finds himself down by the water, sitting there on the edge of the water, staring into space and not really seeing much. What would he have one if he had stayed in Purgatory? Never been brought here, but he knows. He knows what came next and he's not sure he cares. What's the point of living without her when he knows she's never coming back. Years wishing for her return, only for her to die just outside the gates, shot by the very weapon she was meant to wield. Neither of them ever finding their freedom. Not truly.