Mondo... Mondo... Oh. Mondo Oowada. The boy with the corncob hair.

"I'll have to admit, little one, my familiarity with Mondo is lacking. I couldn't tell you how he took your departure. Had I known you two were close, I'd have kept an eye on him for you."

Then again, had he known what Clone Red had done, he would have thrashed the evil doppelganger to within an inch of its life. He could at least respect that Mondo had a similar vein of thought, there. It wasn't violence if it was protecting the people you cared about, after all. Then it was just common sense.