[Logic and emotion vie for control. He's faced villains who wouldn't give a second thought about killing him and defeated them without death involved. He's dealt with reanimated corpses, bio-engineered and bloated into monstrosities that barely look human anymore. But he's never been forced with the decision to kill. Heroes don't kill unless it's the utmost last option for the greater safety of far more than the one death. And even then, that option can leave a heavy mark on their souls. Bakugo can't grasp how Hawks and Lady Nagant did what they did, or the traitorous heroes who sided with the League. Finding himself suddenly potentially being in the same lane... blood on his hands even if he didn't know... It's wrenches his insides.

And yet, the calculating side remains, pointing out this place is outside of their space and time, that reanimated statues imbued with a soul are still just chucks of stone, imprisoning a trapped spirit. They hadn't been alive the entire time he'd been here, suddenly coming to life from magic or whatever ability runs this place. Destroying them could free the being inside. Yet their longing suggests they didn't want to go... Unless all of this was a trick designed to psyche them into an emotional mess so they'd seek each other in comforting solace. Which is a fucking sick game to play. Or a threat as to what happens to those who don't obey. FUCKING HELL, WHICH IS IT?!

Hiyori talks to him again and Bakugo narrows his eyes at him, trying to grasp the pieces of his nerves and force them back into place. Shaken, but still proud enough to attempt regaining control.] I'll stop them without breaking them next time. [Said in a growl that's more a promise to himself than anyone else. Agreed, he can't let these things run around and assault people either. Turning his head, he glares at the statue pieces, listening to Hiyori trying to console him. It's working, mostly. Hearing the doctors revived someone...]

His underclassmen. Did they ever act like that when they were alive?