[Boothill really tried not to laugh. Not at Bakugo, just at the situation. This was honestly so ridiculous, even if it had started out pretty dark. How much longer was thing going to go on for, anyway?

It seemed the last Boothill clone was going to step forward and he braced himself for what was going to be said.]

You say you prefer workin' solo, jus' like all Galaxy Rangers do, but yer actually very lonely. Fightin' with the Astral Express reminded ya of yer family.

[Boothill's eyes widened a bit and he pursed his lips, raising his hand to tilt his hat down a little.]

Yeah, well... a family man can recognize another family. That ain't a fudgin' crime. But what I'm doin' would be less dangerous if I don't got someone to worry 'bout. I can handle the solo life. [The clone still didn't go away, and Boothill sighed.] Yeah, okay, I feel lonely. But I ain't gonna join the Astral Express. My path is bein' a Galaxy Ranger an' I'm stickin' to it, no matter what.

[That seemed satisfactory enough as the clone disappeared and Boothill growled a little, the sound of it was a little distorted and more mechanical sounding that usual and he crossed his arms.]