The IPC took away everything from him. His planet, his daughter, his family, his life, just… everything. Even the last of his people are cramped together on small reserves of land, and he hates it.

“Run away and come with me, I’ll take ya across the cosmos, sweetheart.” Boothill says gently, as gently as he can be with his robotic voice. He takes your hand, placing a small peck to your knuckles. “Please, it’s painful to see my people like this.”