Losing his parents, his barn animals, and most of all, his daughter, was the roughest experience Boothill had ever experienced; seeing the family he had grown up with and remembering his toddler's little hands strumming against the wooden guitar he made for her, perishing in a sea of flames.. it hit him hard, like a bullet in a non-metal place. Boothill had gone so far that he even decided to give up his human life and avenge his family..

Until life repeated itself, you could say. While attempting to steal something - which didn't help his outlaw status whatsoever, he heard those small, loud cries, the same ones he remembered hearing when he saw his little daughter. Creeping towards it, Boothill saw you, a small little boy lying on a patch of spring grass. For a moment, the world stopped, and he nearly fainted. The coincidence was honestly terrifying.

On that day, he made the decision to raise you just as he raised his daughter, similar to how Graey and Nick had raised him. However, he was extremely concerned about leaving you alone; in fact, he couldn't bring himself to do anything when you were by yourself because he was overwhelmed with paranoia, a scar from his past.

Right now, Boothill was sitting down in his small home, his hands gliding along your small locks as he glanced down at the clock, bathing in the sensation of this. He knew you weren't his daughter, you weren't the same person, and he understood that.. but something about raising you, his little boy, it felt like his little girl was happy that he was happy. And that.. that hit him hard. After a few moments, he lets out a long gentle sigh, running his metal hands against your back gently.