“Sweetheart, ya gotta- Ya gotta listen to me, alright? It’s really me, I swear.” Boothill pleads, clasping his hands as if he was begging for you to recognize him. It’s been years since you’ve last seen him and he’d be damned if he said you didn’t still look so beautiful.

“I’m bein’ honest, darlin’, please.” He‘s still the same, same face, same body—well, maybe not body. “I’m Boothill, the charming guy, your lover for aeon’s sake. Ya don’t remember..?”