"Damn mindless drones...! If you like Vegetto so much why don't you go marry him?!" Bernkastel cursed at them, then was confused by the sudden silence that took over as she watched the passerby fall unconscious. When her eyes caught sight of the man in black moving with such speed and precision, Bern reflectively tensed. She met his gaze with wide eyes, looking him head to toe with mouth agape. She was thinking he was here to fight the both of them; instead, he had given Bernkastel the chance to speak with Gogeta unobstructed.
This man... I've seen him before. Who is he? He's no ordinary person, she thought in bewilderment. Resuming her composure, she nodded at Kent once before turning her attention back to Gogeta, awkwardly watching tears stream down his face as he cried. This wasn't a villain at all-- just a woefully misunderstood man. Yes, he was brutal in combat like a caveman, but besides all that he didn't seem to harbor ill will or even a general bloodlust... just an easygoing goofball if one discounted the 'thing' that possessed him before.
"Yes, you did stop Ultraman. The people may not think it's a good thing because he is the apple of the city's eye, but in that moment, he was manipulated by that woman into being our enemy and had to be subdued. And you did help stop the Blank Thief after he stole the card we needed... you even returned my prized ribbon," Bernkastel tugged on her bowtie with a small smile of gratitude. "I cannot deny what is truth. If we left it at that, then yes, those would be perfectly good deeds." Then, her smile faded back to a flat line as she spoke next in a no-nonsense tone. "The methods you use are what end up souring people's perceptions of your otherwise good work, Gogeta. For every action, there is a cost that comes with the potential benefit, and one should prefer minimizing damage they might cause." She lowered herself down a bit closer, keeping her voice fairly gentle for the fusion's ears and forcing herself to explain patiently. "Stopping Ultraman prevented potential injury to us, yes, but the 'cost' of your method was far too great; buildings obliterated, the lives of many reduced to Coins littering the pavement... Simply put, it's viewed as an act of evil by the public once the uninvolved are needlessly put in harm's way. It's good your actions come from a place of honest intent, but you don't seem to know how to dial back your own strength."
If the Breakers were being perceived as enemy #1, then they'd have to play by the rules of social order and fix up their image starting with the most unruly of the bunch. Otherwise, the Coin Hunter won't need to lift a finger-- and she didn't need to leave him any more openings. Being a miracle worker isn't a very fun job.
"The good news is restraint can be learned like Ultra Instinct. I can't teach you Ultra Instinct like Vegetto could, but..." Bernkastel leaned down from her perch, floating down to the ground towards him serenely. "I can teach you the art of self-restraint as a power in itself. It will take effort, but we can ease it into your fighting style by practicing it in daily life to help you get along better with the others." She conjured a handkerchief from her sleeve, offering it to him. "Sound good?"
