returning from his chat with the man who called himself his father, Booker looked at the others as they left to talk to him as well, and watched the others silently. He tried his best to imagine them without their animistic features, but couldn't see them as normal human beings. he was sure about one thing though, that they weren't all related to one another. Even with being fused with animals, he saw that none of them looked alike, and none of them resembled the old man at all. The old man seemed to aged to have children only in their teens, and there were so many of them that it just didn't seem possible. He kept quiet and to himself as he continued to think, and hoped that something would happen soon.