Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to say to the man or why he had to be the one to say what was wrong, especially when it was the rest of them who were adamant about him getting help. He thought it was pointless, he was better off dead at this point or generally abandoned if he was getting to be too dangerous. Staring at Ikura, he slowly moved back a step, keeping his head low but his eyes focused on him before he threw his arms up as if to protect himself, “They think it’s something, but I think it’s nothing! I don’t need help…” He was feeling flustered and quite frankly didn’t know how he was supposed to handle this all, his mind not functioning correctly under the stress. He was feeling the aches and pains from being a nervous wreck, despite not having much to be nervous about concerning simply saying what the problem was with him.

He shouldn’t be feeling scared or nervous; he was just being a coward. He wanted to get out of the room and run off somewhere to be anywhere but here, all because of a conversation he didn’t want to have. Turning away, he rubbed his head, trying to ease the stress just so he didn’t feel stupid. Even as Vegeta took the lead to explain what he had, he couldn’t help but feel defeated by his inability to say what was up with him. What a waste of genes he turned out to be. Vegeta shouldn’t need to be this worried about him, he should had just been able to find his old notes and make a better version of him and start over; he just felt beyond help, even when his friends were willing to give him just that.

Viral should had been able to just walk out the door and leave at this point, but he was stuck with fear of embarrassment when he would eventually have to confront everybody again. He didn’t know how long Ikura was going to be in the city for, he didn’t even know how he was supposed to react to him and considering those problems he didn’t know how confident he was supposed to feel about confiding in this man. Grunting, he looked back at the man if only for a second before away again, “Home to you? Hmph, I don’t remember you”, he grumbled, giving his side a scratch. Hearing that the treatment can begin immediately gave him very mixed feelings and a ton of pressure to work on, still not willing to look at Ikura, “Now? And all your other patients? I’ll…do it…but because I’m not a coward! I’m not scared…especially of you”.