T’charrl didn’t like it when it was the truth, knowing he was fighting his entire life. Even as a child he had to be careful incase he got stolen away so he grew up being pretty nervous about being on his own without a weapon. Now that he had hidden weapons and Ki to use he wasn’t too nervous, but there would always be that time when he would be worried that he might get snuck up upon. If that happened now he would probably change, revealing to everyone the monster he is. Everything would be ruined if that happened and he would have to go into hiding and hope he was going to Space soon. There would be no way he would be able to live that down, at least not in this point in time. Being accepted as the monster he was would take a lot of work, especially if this would never be possible to reverse. His biggest problem was enjoying the power he gained, something probably from the very depths of his DNA he didn’t even know he had. He was just getting nervous at this point, worrying that he might freak out in front of the King and ruin everything.

Not sounding completely confident over the figure Katas was giving him he sighed and lowered his head, following after Katas nervously. He was always going to be seeing the terrible outcome no matter the possibility, especially when everything bad seemed to happen when he was around. He really needed to get his luck under control, hopefully before he set out again with his friends to fight their ultimate enemy. “Well…if you think it will work, then I’ll believe you. I just hope everything goes alright, that’s all…” He would certainly try to not think about it too much so if bad things happened he couldn’t blame it on himself, even if the doubt was always going to be there. Moving along in nervous anticipation he looked up once they finally made it outside, feeling confused at first to what he was looking at. It sure was scary looking and so new to him, despite having rode in a ship into Space. If this was the future of his people he didn’t know how he was supposed to react but it was certainly a sight to see. Looking between Takeshi, Katas and the machine he felt a little worried when the pilot was not made clear, instead one of them needing to play the pilot. Frowning, seeing Takeshi carrying a tired Shu around made him take into consideration his inability to pilot it and it would be too selfish to make the musician drive it. Sighing lightly he raised his claws. “I’ll pilot it, I suppose. I don’t want to steal any glory, but it seems I must”.