T’charrl was just feeling guilty now, hearing Takeshi’s tone becoming not too pleased with him and his refusal to do anything he wanted. It was hurtful, but he knew Takeshi didn’t mean to be. If only he wasn’t so nervous about his power, but it was hard not to blame himself when it was his own and nobody else’s problem that he had near to no control, “S-Sorry…I didn’t mean-…okay…” he muttered, turning away and rubbing his stomach. He was just a coward, plain and simple. It didn’t bother Takeshi or Shu and yet he was completely stricken by it and made useless over a simple little thought. He should probably wait for the doctor just to show he could deal with it, but then getting told there wasn’t anything he could do to help him would be something to tell Takeshi and not feel as if his efforts were wasted. He shouldn’t be selfish; his mother wouldn’t want him going out and endangering his friends just because he couldn’t control his feelings, “I won’t train, or do anything. I-I’ll find something to do. Don’t worry about the fruit; I know where it came from…”

Shu was certainly sad by the fact that T’charrl wasn’t coming with them in the end, especially when he seemed pretty excited about being allowed to at first but now something seemed to have made him too ill to go along with them. He did want their friend to do more things with them, but the more he changed form the further the distance between them came almost as if he was scared. It was a little upsetting, but he didn’t want T’charrl or Takeshi to feel bad about him feeling bad. Looking to Takeshi, he smiled a little and gave a nod, “Uh huh! Much stronger, no problems for us”, he agreed, looking to the shuttle, “I want to train with my staff later. I don’t want to use it here when I have my fists!” Jumping into the shuttle, he tried to get himself all comfortable, pulling up his hood again and looked over to T’charrl again. He hoped he would be okay, not feeling too sure if he actually was. He was looking forward to fighting with his friend and seeing how that form of his functioned, but he really seemed scared over something, “Is our friend scared…?” he muttered, looking to Takeshi, “When I get really scared I don’t want to eat either. My tummy feels all funny when I do…”