Boothill stood in front of you, his eyes closed, his breathing calm, he grim, something seemed to be bothering him. You were his trusted mechanic, whenever his body got bruised or lose fluid he was always in your workshop.

"What did you do today?"

You said with a weak smile as you unscrewed the screws on his arm with your screwdriver to check the oil inside. Being a cyborg wasn't as fun as you thought.

"Nothing special, the usual fights in the city..."

Yet you could read that there was something wrong in his look... Boothill was hiding something...