It's truly fascinating, how everyone gets their powers differently. The more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense why Supes where he's from are the way they are. Holding onto that bias serves only as a comfort. This one's definitely a cunt, but maybe not in the Vought way. Not wanting to help a ghost isn't quite the same as, say, felling an entire plane of innocents for press interest.

"I dunno, lad. Might be missin' out on a prime business opportunity," Butcher posits. "Ghost therapist is shite. Solvin' cold cases like a genius. Tell me that ain't got some kinda ring to it." Was this the premise of a TV show? Probably. Butcher's got staying busy on the brain.