Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to say about such things, feeling pretty down because he couldn’t even get over something as stupid as memories and fear. He wasn’t supposed to succumb to such simple problems, he was supposed to be a warrior and yet he couldn’t handle being a prisoner of war himself. He really wanted to hit something, but even if he tried he probably wouldn’t be able to damage anything because he was so weak. Letting out a light sigh, he looked to Ikura with a frown, looking down at the floor, “There is plenty to be ashamed of; I’m supposed to be durable”, he muttered, shaking his head. Everyone was just acting sad around him all the time, feeling as if he was a big negative spiral walking around the place, sucking in all the positive emotions and turning them into something horrible and disgusting.

Feeling pretty fed up with everything, he kept fairly quiet before folding his arms, letting out a grumble. If the man could fix anything, then that would be a surprise. If the employees at Capsule Corp were correct, it meant he was only here for a limited time and it wasn’t as if mental problems could be solved at any time. Something as problematic as PTSD through treatment that was not quick at all. He felt like a lost cause; they shouldn’t even be trying so hard and should just get on with it without worries. Giving Yumi and Vegeta a glance when they were asked to remove themselves, he looked away for a moment but became startled when Yumi patted him, looking quickly back and down at her.

Talking wasn’t doing to do much, especially considering he wasn’t very good at talking. He could barely recall the memories he was traumatised by; he just knew they existed and definitely haunted him at random times, but as quickly as they came the quicker they vanished and became an aftershock in his mind. However Ikura was supposed to fix that, he had no idea. Frowning as Vegeta and Yumi left the room, he gave a glance towards Ikura, narrowing his gaze. He wished they didn’t care so much, it would be a lot easier on their minds if he didn’t have to be something for them to worry about. Slowly moving towards the desk as well, he looked down at the spare chair and calmly sat down, not taking his eyes off this man.

If he was who everyone said he was, then he should know how to fix his other problems too. He would take getting those fixed over his mind, but if they couldn’t be fixed because of his mind then there was no point on continuing as he was and would have to go a different route. Staring at Ikura, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “Hmph, if I tell you anything…” he spoke, shaking his head, “I didn’t even want to do this…if you’re only in the city for a little while, what use is that to me? What good is that supposed to do?? You may have helped create me, but I doubt you can do anything that quick…not unless you’re planning on wiping my mind again…”