It was all negativity stemming from Viral, his depression was most definitely a major issue then. Judging by whether or not he had been suicidal it could be a minor or moderate depression, or serious if he had. Without getting into great detail about his recent endeavors it was impossible for Ikura to confirm or deny these claims. Most certainly however there was something the Beastman could take pride in, it was often too difficult to see that though in this kind of state. Even clear victories were dismissed as luck or circumstance, people rarely appreciated the good when they were depressed. "Forgive me for saying, but I don't believe that is true. And your friends seemed perfectly content on bringing you here, you've not ruined anyone's plans or inconvenienced anyone." No, both Yumi and Vegeta seemed to earnestly want to help their friend, there was no doubt about it. Wherever they had come from it must have been a fair distance away by the sounds of it, goodness knows where. To travel all the way back here and find him for this purpose, that said something about their dedication to the Beastman.

"Viral, let me ask you something, if you'd not mind... You say that I will fix you, what exactly do you mean...?" It was a rather general statement, and Ikura wasn't sure if it only pertained to his condition or not. Leaning back in his seat the old man folded his arms over his chest, examining Viral for a brief moment before smiling. "Tell you what, let's try this. Let me know what it is you want to get out of our discussions. I can help with your depression, your anxiety, PTSD, or whatever other issues you might be having. What is, to you, your priority? We'll address that first and the rest will follow suit." All they needed to do was get the proverbial ball rolling. Once it was, presumably, they could get to the other problems much easier. This was all of course provided that the information was shared with him. No progress could be made if everything was a mystery to him.