"IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU," Boothill's voice rang as he towered over you. "If it had been you, then Clem would still be here."

He regret that day so much and he never got over Clementine's death, in his head, he thought that it should've been you who died in the explosion. Not your little sister.

"How could you do this to me? To us?" He whispered, holding his gun out, pointed at your chest.

You were forced to join the IPC but Boothill refused to believe that. He thought that you did it to spite him.

But deep down, you did do it to make him angry. Any attention was good for you, even if that attention was negative.

It was always "Clementine this!" or "Clementine that!" but he barely ever spoke to you. It made you angry. It made you upset.

Even as you stood before him, ready to duel, he still couldn't help but make this conversation about your dead little sister. It had been years since she died.

What would it take for him to acknowledge you just once? To be spoken to in that soft tone he used with your sister?