Old faces, many faces. Cleo was one of those members he grouped with Rosemary, part of the faces who he had met upon his joining only to begin to fade. In his mind, they were being erased, thrown out into the cold because there was no use in Bakugou remembering them. Then again, there was no use in remembering his past. In this world, The Typhoon was the only place had known. He wasn't even aware other groups existed, wasn't even aware groups were even a thing. And yet here he was, a member of the island, facing the same world that everyone else did. Members would come and go, only certain ones seemed to stay around. It was strange when members, after so long, returned to them the same way salmon would return to their place of birth. Then again, it was the same with people. After establishing a sentimental affection to a place or people, there would always be some kind of gravitational pull, drawing them back to what brought them comfort.

He remembered the bengal when he saw her struggling towards The Typhoon, the Quartermaster's eyes fixated on her and wondering whether to approach and help her. He had no attachments to the feline but he remembered the small details - details such as snakes and deafness, asking others to speak up as though she were an old lady, the glint of jealousy in her gaze. Her stagger wasn't ignored when he hears the voice of Kaisa, one of the awful spawnings of Luca. Although Bakugou tolerated Junji being their father, he didn't like the fact that they shared the same blood as the lust demon. While he still was able to speak to him, appreciative that the other didn't like the raptors either, he still despised the immaturity that Luca had. He couldn't understand how such a manchild could be related to the likes of Luciferus. "She's clearly not okay," Bakugou mutters, rolling his eyes at the young girl before snapping his attention towards Cleo, shoulders tense and fur bristled. "Ya sound like a zombie. Where the fuck were you this whole time?" He didn't particularly care about swearing in front of the child, not fussed if the girl would pick up on his foul language. All he could think was that it'd serve those parents right for letting their spawnings walk around.

Meek, quiet. The way the child's voice faltered at his words. The child of Luca was a vulnerable soul, the male wondering if she would grow up to be as awful as Luca, wondering if he would have the heart to set her alight and destroy the demi-demon spawn. At her nearly inaudible mention of Bakugou saying a 'bad word', he huffs but says nothing else, turning his attention away and ignoring her. Children would learn of swear words eventually in their lives, it didn't matter when they knew. Though, admittedly, he didn't expect the girl to even know it was a 'bad word'. Then again, within Bakugou's mind, the words had been normalised. Soon, the young Quartermaster's eyes begin to show confused concern towards the returning fem. She. Who was she? The idea of something, an unknown, sacrificing Cleo to the darkness sounded ominous. There were still qualities within this universe Bakugou had yet to understand and that in itself rendered him to feel useless, emotions beginning to tremble at the words she spoke, unsure of how to react. He was admittedly spooked, deeply unsettled.

When Cleo called out Goldenluxury to be his sister, his ears drop. The bengal had amnesia, she hardly remembered anyone. From the sounds of it, Goldie didn't even remember she was related to Cleo - Cleo who he had realised was even more deaf than before, hardly able to hear Kaisa's voice. The words were frightening when she replies what had happened to her leg. His eyes merely look at her, studies her appearance before speaking again: "Who is she?"