[ anger doesn't make you a bad person, at least in boothill's eyes. anger means you have things that you care about. he was ready to smash and tear things apart until his hands were nothing but stubs of broken, sparking wire. it fizzled out only when she held him.

he lies back with her, quietly adoring her smile and her fingers and the bruises tucked beneath the collar of her jacket. he lifts their twined hands and kisses over her fingers. ]

Called herself a leader, huh? [ he smiles a little too. ] Yeah. That's how I feel with all of 'em.

[ even ones he doesn't know as well as the others—they don't deserve to be suffering in a place like this. his smile fades. ]

It would've been better if it was quick. Should've done it all sooner, or made sure somehow on Wednesday, I don't know. I know there ain't nothin' that can be done now, but...

[ he leans back, runs his eyes, exhales. ]

No one should go through that, least of all her.