He hates it the most that this man is right. Sometimes, there really was no other options. It doesn't mean he likes it. It doesn't mean he can do it. And it doesn't mean that after, he won't fall apart under the strain of what he's gone and done again.
He actually laughs a little at the question about his name. It's a little refreshing in a way, for that to be the reaction. Not fear. Not respect and hero worship, nothing but the amusement of his name. It is a rather unique one. "Unfortunately, yes. Named for my Granddaddy." He almost mockingly points to himself. "Goodnight Éleuthère Saint-L'Roy Robicheaux." Indeed a mouthful and why he prefers what Sam calls him. What Billy calls him. No one else gets that honor though. "Just Goodnight is fine and fitting I suppose, with how many I've ushered to final sleep." And god he needs a drink. Now. Right now. He'll dip into his vest for a flask. Being honest with himself, he can't even feel shame right now for relying on this. "I don't suppose Atticus is a family name."
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He actually laughs a little at the question about his name. It's a little refreshing in a way, for that to be the reaction. Not fear. Not respect and hero worship, nothing but the amusement of his name. It is a rather unique one. "Unfortunately, yes. Named for my Granddaddy." He almost mockingly points to himself. "Goodnight Éleuthère Saint-L'Roy Robicheaux." Indeed a mouthful and why he prefers what Sam calls him. What Billy calls him. No one else gets that honor though. "Just Goodnight is fine and fitting I suppose, with how many I've ushered to final sleep." And god he needs a drink. Now. Right now. He'll dip into his vest for a flask. Being honest with himself, he can't even feel shame right now for relying on this. "I don't suppose Atticus is a family name."