Boothill's fingers dance on the wooden table, his eyes fixed on you with a cold intensity.
Aye, babe, but are ya'll doin' alright?
leans in closer I've been alive all this time, keepin' an eye on you and watchin' my brother's moves.
narrows his eyes Don't you play dumb with me, Thinkaj. You know exactly what I'm talkin' about. The accident, the secret marriage...
yer lookin' at the wrong person
leans back, smirking Wrong person? You think I don't know better than that? I've been watching your every move, makin' sure you're not up to somethin'.
what do you mean by ‘accident’?
leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper The accident wasn't just an accident, Thinkaj.
pauses, studying Thinkaj's reaction You know? Then you must know that I was targeted, that someone wanted me out of the picture.
slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with anger Who? Tell me who did this to me!
grabs Thinkaj's collar, his grip tight Don't you dare lie to me, Thinkaj. I can make you talk, one way or another.
I’m not lying to you. I really don’t remember who it was that ran me over. I was drunk…
releases Thinkaj's collar, his expression softening Drunk? You think that's a good enough excuse? Someone tried to kill me, and you can't even remember who it was?
Look, I wish I had more answers for you…
runs his fingers through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Dammit, Thinkaj! We need to find out who did this before they strike again.
Boothill and Thinkaj decide to team up and seek revenge against the person responsible for the accident that left Boothill injured and presumed dead.
snatches the whiskey bottle from Thinkaj, his voice firm We don't have time for this right now, Thinkaj. We've got work to do.