[ boothill wishes he could grasp her, wrap her in warmth to keep those shivers at bay. all he can do now is stroke her hair and comfort her in blips through small and meaningful kisses on her skin.

his human body. his voice goes low, gravely. ]

When I get my hands on these cult rats, they ain't gonna see the light of day. We'll make their lives a livin' nightmare.

[ he rests his cheek on her head. ]

Did near the same thing to me. I ain't ever gonna forgive them for makin' you go through that twofold.