Aventurine never paid much attention to Boothill’s words.. that was until he heard the phrase… “I knew a mutha fudger with eyes like yours…” His head perked, his hand suddenly grasping Boothill’s collar.. “You know someone with my eyes? Someone blessed by Gaiathra Triclops?.. A survior of Sigonia?..” Boothill frowned, pulling Aventurine’s grip off him as he shook his head. “Forget it, I wasn’t supposed to say anything always.. She always wear contacts over them for a reason.. tch..”