[A battle of the mind, eh? Boothill certainly wasn't looking forward to the prospects of clones of himself speaking truths. But Boothill also wasn't one to lie himself. That didn't mean he wanted to hear some of the truths that he was likely to hear but he steeled (heh) himself and placed his hand on the door on his side and soon, it opened.
He blinked at the myriads of himself and Bakugo that greeted them.]
Holy forkeroni... you wasn't kiddin'.
[Not all of the Boothills were actually cybernetic. Some were full fleshed versions of himself, slightly darker but still him. Others he was partially cybernetic. The process of making himself the way he was hadn't been done in one night, after all. One of them stepped forward.]
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He blinked at the myriads of himself and Bakugo that greeted them.]
Holy forkeroni... you wasn't kiddin'.
[Not all of the Boothills were actually cybernetic. Some were full fleshed versions of himself, slightly darker but still him. Others he was partially cybernetic. The process of making himself the way he was hadn't been done in one night, after all. One of them stepped forward.]
You used to have a daughter.
[Boothill scowled and his jaw clenched.]
Yeah, and? What of it?
[Well, he wasn't denying it.]