[ as soon as aventurine starts cleaning, boothill gets up to swing over the bar and get a rag to clean up with. ]

You get your hand outta the way 'fore you cut yourself open.

[ he'll throw the napkins in a bin and start cleaning. he doesn't look aventurine in the eye—just focuses on the bar, remembering that broadcast in the last few moments of the memory. that ever-present hatred in his human heart flares up again. ]

Don't have to tell me twice. Makes me think 'bout how many of us are out there, though.