Yondu shakes his head. "Nah, there are plenty of good Centaurian parents. Nothin' cultural about it. I just... I dunno." He shrugs before searching for something for the baby to play with.

"They wanted the money more'n a kid." He gives up on the search, retrieves a clean sock from his things, wads up another and jams into it, ties it off, and draws a quick, wonky-looking little face on the rounded end. There, a little ghost doll.

He offers the baby that.

"Heard Hera's ain't so bad by comparison."