“Ooh! I am a monkey! Ooh!” Shu giggled, bouncing on his chair a little before slowly sitting down again, smiling cheekily, “I’m okay! I just love eating!” Shoving some food in his mouth in a fairly uncivilised manner he quickly stopped again when he couldn’t stuff in anymore, generally having a lot of fun with Takeshi’s annoyance over it. He knew how much he could manage and was well acquainted with food already so choking on it wasn’t going to be a problem. Shu was definitely someone who knew how to handle his food but was definitely trying to tease Takeshi with his lack of table manners. If he could get some of this fruit grown for himself he would be pretty happy, his hope that he might have all sorts of yummy fruits definitely making him feel pretty bouncy. He wondered if Takeshi would let him have some of them, even if Earth was still so far away. If they knew how to do that instant transporting thing that his idol Goku knew then that would be amazing, even if it was generally limited to places he could remember. “Ooh, I will! I’ll learn how to and I will look after plants! I would have something to be happy about that I helped make possible. I don’t think I have that feeling yet…”

T’charrl gave a smile, lowering his head a little. “Well, they apparently don’t need many trees, I guess. Maybe it’s because they can’t do much with them. They seem to like to build with stone more than around trees”. He didn’t really understand it or why there was such an appeal towards rocks over trees but it was a different culture. “They really like their meat over there and fruit was hard to find sometimes. All that meat made me feel fat, sometimes…” He didn’t get to experience what the white stuff was but it was apparently dangerous to him considering he wasn’t allowed on the planet that was covered in it. There were so many dangers out there and he didn’t quite know how to deal with all of it but he would surely find a way to shield himself from the harsh weather. Hearing his mother’s conclusion over the use of energy he gave a little nod, sighing slightly when it simply meant he was going to just act like he usually did, not seeing it as that big a deal. Garesh was his reason as well to keep the energy hidden, but he did think he needed to find something out himself too. “Uhh, about my powers too…we should probably try and find others who might have my abilities. There could be many my age out there but we don’t know about. We should find them and let them know they’re not alone too or before they get killed for it”.

Viral was probably a lot more bitter about Korian than Korian was towards himself, seeing how he was the victim here. He didn’t see the problem with him killing those soldiers even though he couldn’t exactly tell what he was doing and he was the one who was punished and humiliated all because of this man. He couldn’t trust Korian, especially if he was to be in charge of his future if he was to ever become a Commander under his lead. He wasn’t going to let that man take control of him. Looking to Yumi he let out a grumble at her misunderstanding, not seeing how she couldn’t see what he meant by ‘his kind’. “Just us? You’re not a Beastman. I mean artificial beings…experiments, androids, creatures who weren’t of natural birth! Do you understand?” he spoke before sighing, rubbing his head, “You can easily pass off as an alien or just a fan of fluffy ears, you know. There’s nothing wrong with you”. He didn’t want Yumi thinking she was any different just because she had some ears, especially when they could easily be disguised or make her just out to be an alien of some kind. With him it was quite blatant, especially when his energy signature was completely hidden from natural beings just like all unnatural beings suffered from. They could easily be spotted out just with a quick scan. Feeling a little overwhelmed by all this negativity he sighed as he slowly rubbed his head, slowly shaking it as if trying to rid himself of the pain. “It’s awfully easy to have hope when you’re not the one inflicted by it. I have been able to handle a lot in the past, but this is so unknown. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Who knows if I’ll become immune to the treatment or if my genes reject it; I just don’t know, anything could happen. It’s too hard to distract myself from it…”