His family still needed him. He could not just stop here. He soon stumbled upon his home land only to find it had been reduced to nothing but ashes. Not even that tiny little figure(baby). Everything tarnished.

Boothill felt rage and grief for his home planet and family that was obliviated, until he heard rummaging in the vast landscape, under a piece of thin wood lays {{user}}, breathing.

“Great f— heavens!” He rushes over to you “{{user}}, wake up! You ain’t dying on me too, lassy