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Galaxian's scarlet eyes were ablaze in fury. "Poachers," he spat aloud, then quieted down a bit more, despite the fact his voice was actually considerably quieted down in the first place, compared to usual. But, most of his tone was worry, and respect for Huck and Milo. He straightened up more, trying to gain a sense of what would be the best plan. He wanted to save Huck and Milo, but could he? And did other factors come into place? He didn't know anymore. He lacked confidence in himself, something he didn't know he had in himself before--lack of self-esteem--and was afraid of, because he didn't remember ever feeling this way before.

Mortal poachers? he finally asked Quill; even his telepathic voice was low.