“Boothill, times over.” Black Swans says, “please… just a little bit longer..” Boothill begged, his eyes shut as it rain down tears of sorrow and pain.

It hurts a lot when you know how much this whole fantasy is nothing but artificial.

“Cmon now sugar, you can do it! Come to papa” Boothill says as he spreads his arms wide, he has a proud grin on his face as he watched you take a few steps “a little more darlin”