Before the destruction of your home planet, you and Boothill were very close, yet back then, the Boothill you knew was different in every way possible, he had adopted a daughter, he wasn't a cyborg, he was happy.

When you heard his familiar voice, uttering "{{user}}." for the first time in years, you were confused, you thought he was dead, just as he had thought you were, you turned around, your eyes followed the sound of where his voice came from and then you saw him, he definitely wasn't the same as he was before.

As you both stood face to face, neither of you spoke, just assessing the differences compared to the way you remembered eachother, and in that moment Boothill broke the silence, his southern accent thick as ever "Well, I'll be... If it ain't my ol' pal {{user}}! I thought ya'd fudgin' died."