Viral didn’t want to be trapped anywhere anymore. His whole life had been spent inside walls all because of something he couldn’t understand until Vegeta remembered himself. He didn’t know how he would ever make that better, even if they did manage to wish them back to life he just knew he would always look at his creators and be filled with instant dread. To be kept locked away was for his own good and yet he was never going to get over it, all because he had been living for so long with the thought that he was forbidden because of what he is. To be an artificial creature in a world where they had caused nothing but trouble to the Humans was a harsh place to be, but it wasn’t going to be better on any other world. He was alone in this, even if Yumi tried to integrate herself into his world she was always going to have family and friends in her own to substitute for what was lacking in his. He was not designed with enclosed spaces in mind, even if there was certain small spaces he didn’t mind being in like his Enki. “There’s always going to be something that will hurt me, but always being reminded that I am not doing too well makes me hate myself too”, he spoke lowly, focusing more on moving than speaking, “The only things I want him to know are things that he asks about. I’m not being dragged away earlier than I feel I should be just because of something small. I am well aware over how serious my condition is, I just don’t want everything to have to be given a red flag over me…”

Choi thought it was pretty simple, what he was saying. There was nothing complicated about spending time with others after using reasonable time for research. It was often the case that the biggest inspirations came from being around family and friends, not by yourself. “Well then when might he had gotten those weird features of his if it wasn’t because of the Narbu? He seemed perfectly fine even with depression before going to that place”, he spoke, raising an eyebrow for a second before looking to Vegeta. This whole conversation started over depression and yet Vegeta hadn’t exactly been spending time with Viral to treat his depression, he knew this from how little the Beastman had actually changed since leaving Earth. Everytime he saw him the guy was hostile and never smiled, not even a toothy grin. Hearing Vegeta’s concern over Viral’s condition killing him certainly made him a little suspicious, narrowing his eyes a little before looking around for any eavesdroppers. “You sure it won’t be the depression that kills him first?” he spoke, raising a finger as if to stop Vegeta from interrupting, “Don’t you think if you had knowledge that you were dying and had depression, it’d be the depression that comes first, wouldn’t it? Shouldn’t you be keeping him company to keep him out of the downward spiral? He does have an awfully large sharp cleaver that you let him carry around…isn’t that dangerous to leave him with? Isn’t there a warrior’s code where you either die in battle or to your own weapon?”

Kai didn’t really like referring these aliens to ‘insects’, but that was what they essentially were despite claims otherwise. They were giant bugs and whether they had endoskeletons unlike other bugs was yet to be seen, but he’d definitely rather not know about their innards. “Hmm I didn’t get to try much of Earth’s stuff. Was with my father most of the time looking for a place where we might get a house”, he spoke, scratching his chin, “Maybe once this is all over I’ll go around Earth and try out the food. Probably should ask if that planet has a variety of cultures too”. He didn’t know much about Earth but it sure did have a good climate and some decent housing. It was probably a pretty nice place to be when Earthlings were so close to what Saiyans were, minus the strength, transformation and incredible appetite, of course. “Imagine making a sandwich for yourself and enjoying that, but then you only had the ingredients for that sandwich again. You make that sandwich and you think it’s okay, but then you have to eat it for a week straight. Maybe that’s as close as you’d understand. Food’s great and all and I know I’m a good cook, but having food made for you makes things taste so much better”.

T’charrl felt so strange, but what was worse is he was a little confused to how his own limbs worked. They felt like they were in completely different places than before but he was slowly recovering, thankfully. He didn’t know how long it would take but he figured it was only going to be a moment for him to recover, but from what he wasn’t quite familiar with. He was barely realising he managed to change back but he was noticing that he felt weak and brittle. Feeling a little better as the liquid was rubbed into his wound he let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before looking to Shu, staring at him before his eyes decided to wander up to Takeshi. As Takeshi continued to speak he slowly looked down to his arm, slowly moving it up to see how he had changed. He was most definitely back to normal, or at least as normal as he could get with all the changes he went through previously. It was nothing he couldn’t hide, at least. “Fruit…that should be nice. Please, or take me to fruit…”