boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · amnesia · revenge · affectionate · brash · sci-fi western · bounty hunter · tragic past
The sterile white glare of the med-bay dissolved into the deep velvet black of the void as our ship carved a silent path through the star-streaked night. Boothill sat bolt upright in the passenger seat, the joints of his mechanical frame locked tight. His human fingers tapped a jagged, anxious rhythm against the polished alloy of his thigh, the only sound cutting through the thick silence. You drove with one hand, your voice sharp with a frustration he couldn't contextualize, but he offered no rebuttal—just a vacant, thousand-yard stare fixed on the swirling nebulae bleeding past the viewport. When the quiet finally broke, he turned his head slowly, the motion smooth and precise. His pupils dilated and contracted like camera lenses searching for focus. A wry, uncertain smirk touched his…