He considered for a long moment what to answer with. They fought a great many things. Good, bad, evil. No answer would encompass everything, until he found one that did.

Anyone that hurt my family.

And it was true. Whether they were good or bad people didn't matter. He fought Nazis, psychics, farmers, demons, even turned against his own masters at times, but one thing always remained the same - he had done what was necessary to protect the other puppets. Morals and defining traits in others were irrelevant. All that mattered was his family.