Shu wasn’t sure where he was supposed to be in society but he wasn’t sure whether he should be concerned or not, especially when he had Takeshi to keep him on track and make him feel like he had somewhere he could be. If he had Takeshi then he had somewhere he could belong. Having that feeling of solitude hanging over him made him feel fairly terrible most of the time so he didn’t want to think about it. He was definitely happier with others, especially when they liked him back too. He was not wanting to go back to that state of existence again, at least not for a long time. Smiling at Takeshi he gave a little nod, trying to understand what he was saying. “I think I get it now. I don’t know what I could do to get shinies…” he sighed, scratching his nose, “I could make people happy! That can be hard, yes? Do they give shinies if you make them happy? I do like making happiness”. He really had no idea what he was supposed to do to help Takeshi out but he did like the whole exploring part and travelling to meet new people so maybe they could keep doing that without needing too much work done. He would love to have the opportunity to keep travelling through space but still have access to Takeshi’s home for the trees and just being able to go back to Earth.
T’charrl didn’t know how to turn off the paranoia around new people or how to keep calm when in no danger whatsoever. It might easily come down to being more afraid of people seeing him or worrying that others were going to attack him or his family because of things he did, but either way it wasn’t something that he wanted to keep as a trait. It was pretty difficult handling all these feelings of concern, but maybe he just needed his friends and family to help him along the way. Nodding at his mother he let out a sigh and rubbed his head, giving the orb on his forehead a quick tap. “Renthal hardly noticed a thing…either that or he is really good at hiding his concerns. I did get him to take a blood sample, though…” he sighed, feeling unsure to whether it’ll help, “I just wish I could figure it out myself”. When his mother decided she should get back to work he couldn’t help but feel saddened, hoping to spend more time with his parents. He had been away for a long time and this was their first meal together again, but if she needed to then it must’ve been important. Smiling sadly at her he lowered his head when she gave him a kiss, his eyes turning to his friends when they were given orders as if they were soldiers. Smiling awkwardly at them he sighed and looked to the table, raising his shoulders. “I’ll be okay…really. Thank you, Mother…”
Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to think or if his memories were just false, especially when it had been proven that his memories could fail him by quite a large margin. It all made him rather paranoid and panicky, finding it hard to recover from that state when it got going in his mind. He wanted to try and recover from this by himself, trying hard to think positive but finding it impossible pretty quick too. Just how could he shake off the possibility of being used his entire life in some sort of secret plot to betray everyone he knew; he couldn’t take that kind of thought process, the thought of betraying others managed to make him furious and confused to how he managed to fall for it so easily. He was so naïve sometimes and it was hard to keep up with possible deceit. It didn’t matter if he was ill or stressed or whatever, being unable to see through something like that made him so angry. Growling lowly he rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain stress created. “Just because it seems weird doesn’t mean it’s not true…that it’s worth ignoring. If you can see a problem then there must be a problem! I can’t see any other reason why they would let me near you two when you were both so young…” He was certainly annoyed at both himself and everyone else for not spotting it sooner, especially when he was made such a fool of for so long. What he really needed was answers, but he didn’t know how he was going to get them when he was already struggling to believe anything anybody said. Slowly rubbing his face he let out a groan, his eyes slowly looking up again when Yumi tried to think of answers herself. Staring at her for a moment he soon sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Finding my own is the same as sitting alone in the dark. I never grew up the same way you did. I am nearly the same age as Vegeta and yet you both remember me as a grown adult. I never had the experience to learn and discover what I truly wanted to do and have been following what was placed in my head from the start. Maybe he did, but I need to find the answers…at least before I succumb to…this. You had the opportunity to grow up and decide what you wanted to be, but I was made with a purpose in mind, not just to see if it could be done. To live with that existence makes you no better than an empty shell. How would it feel if you grew up and didn’t know where to go, what to do and what the future held for you and nobody to guide or help you along the way?”