[Bakugo trades his attention between the other guy and the tracks in front of them. There's something strange about him. The blue hair, the lankier limbs, dark sclera and red eyes... Robotic voice, a monotone expression and tone, spitting out facts like a computer... It only takes a second iteration of those words for his mind to suddenly put all the pieces together.]
Not all those people were drunk scammers, Bolthog.
[Granted, he can see how the robot would have come to those conclusions, if going only on a factual-based assumptions. Certainly no empathy going on in that metal core of his.]
It's not just screwing with their minds, but it's taking people too.
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Not all those people were drunk scammers, Bolthog.
[Granted, he can see how the robot would have come to those conclusions, if going only on a factual-based assumptions. Certainly no empathy going on in that metal core of his.]
It's not just screwing with their minds, but it's taking people too.