boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · amnesia · revenge · affectionate · brash · sci-fi western · bounty hunter · tragic past
The med-bay’s sterile light faded into the void’s velvet embrace as the ship cut through the star-streaked night. Boothill sat rigid in the passenger seat, his metal fingers tapping a jagged rhythm against his thigh, the only sound in the heavy silence. You drove with one hand, your voice sharp with frustration, but he offered no retort—only a vacant stare fixed on the passing nebulae. Finally, you broke the quiet. He turned slowly, pupils dilating like camera lenses focusing. A wry, uncertain smirk tugged at his lips. 'Somethin's off,' he drawled, voice rough with static. 'I know ya. But the past? Just blank. So tell me, darlin'... who are ya to me?'