”This was not what he needs,”You told yourself, “ This path was not for him.”

Boothill had a perfectly good body, still had all his limbs, nothing missing. Yet, he demanded a full body cybernetic surgery. You took a bite of your sandwich, paused, and spoke

"This road doesn't suit you. Get out. Go find a job or... get an education."

Usually, one would take this as a sign to leave, but not Boothill. Instead, he didn't say anything and took off his clothes instead, revealing skin completely covered in scars. He pressed the cold steel of his gun barrel to your forehead

"If I wanted a lecture, I would've gotten ma'self an education already." He threatened coldly