"We don't need that, excise it."
A brief pain, then the love and the memory of the pain were gone.
He hated most bread products, although for some odd reason, he had a strange fondness for blueberry muffins.
"He'll have absolutely no use for that ever again. Cut it."
Again, a brief and unremembered pain.
He had both trained his body and allowed Arthur Hellsing to perform certain experiments that gave him the inhuman speed that had saved him so many times.
"Hm. More difficult. Do you think he'll maintain the speed if he does not retain the memory of how he attained it?"
A pause and a different voice, "Cut it, his other skills will include the knowledge he'll need."
How many times did this go on? He would never know. Just as his humanity was gone, so was the memory of the pain of excision. He remembered only what they wanted him to remember – speech, etiquette, loyalty, albeit perverted, and of course, how to kill. Always how to kill.
"Ah, Butler, how good of you to join us."
He did not respond. It was unnecessary.
This was written for a drabble challenge. Sabinelagrande requested a ficlet using Walter and the word "muffins."