T’charrl did hope Takeshi wouldn’t get angry or insulted if he did mention what was bothering him, but that depended whether or not he would ask him about it. It was probably easier to tell a lie about it, but he was definitely scared over something. He didn’t know why Takeshi was so dismissive over it after he saw what happened to him when he went into battle, but maybe that was a good thing since it meant he could keep it to himself better without the embarrassment and shame that he really wasn’t that good at controlling himself. With a deep sigh, he tried to dismiss the thought himself as Takeshi tried to dig deeper into it, “Not about what you’re all doing, no…just, uhh, I shouldn’t say it”. His mother would probably slap him for not admitting to a problem so simple, finding it to be shameful and embarrassing. It should had been enough for him that Takeshi had helped him peel a fruit, even if it was done using a murderous weapon. Looking to Takeshi when he placed a hand on his shoulder, he frowned, giving Takeshi’s gesture a quick glance, “I…guess, but of yourself? There’s many ways other than fighting that can make you a coward”. Knowing he was holding up Takeshi he gave a nod before moving his claws over his face, feeling ashamed when he couldn’t admit he had a problem with the way Takeshi used his sword. He knew how sensitive he was over it and he couldn’t risk hurting his friend’s feelings even if it did cause him mental problems.

Shu watched Takeshi and T’charrl carefully, but he didn’t think Takeshi had managed to solve T’charrl’s problem as he abandoned trying to help him and instead wanted to continue with the mission. T’charrl just seemed even more withdrawn now, but Takeshi probably wouldn’t notice anyway. He didn’t know what was wrong himself, but they had something important to do and they were going to have to do it before seeing to their friend. Quickly going back into his seat, he shifted his feet onto the side of the chair as he gave Takeshi a nod, “Uh huh, I’m ready”, he spoke but the engines quickly drowned him out, scaring him a little as Takeshi did up his harness before they set out. Admittedly he was curious about how T’charrl reacted to that, but he did hope his friend wasn’t instead knocked over by the force of it leaving. Watching the landscape pass by them rapidly, he looked quickly to Takeshi and tilted his head, “I don’t know how to count minutes!” he squeaked, bouncing a little, “You never taught me how to count!”