Viral just couldn’t pull enough courage together to think of anything that might had been positive, his mind struggling to comprehend anything that he had done could possibly be good. He couldn’t understand his purpose in life and everything he apparently had been made for was suddenly done better by everyone else. When they made him, there wasn’t such thing as the other kids fighting for the planet while Vegeta was just a little kid; organic warriors were just superior to artificial ones. Feeling pretty fed up, he kept his eyes off Ikura as he spoke, not looking indifferent to what he just told him, “Tch, please. They were all set on going out to fight the big fight, gaining reinforcements to defeat a great evil until they were so fed up with me that they sent me back here! Yumi was already on the end of her rope with me, so believe what you want”.

Viral didn’t believe the reassurances he was given, feeling as if he was just trying to be soothed and comforted when he was really the worst fighter out of all of them. It took the Saiyans to try and make him better to try and compete with other warriors, advancing his abilities. Their plans failed; without their control, he was nothing compared to others. Feeling a little defeated, he gave Ikura a quick glance, frowning, “Hmph, nevermind the fixing thing…” The thing about this guy was he had no idea if he even knew biochemistry or did anything to his actual makeup; he could had just been in charge of health and making sure he wasn’t going to die early in his life. While that was all still important, it wasn’t what he needed help with. Looking back to him, he sighed and shifted a little on his chair, “How should I know? They’re the ones who wanted to get help for me”, he spoke, frowning, “What am I supposed to care about first? What exactly were you in charge of when it came to creating me…because if you can’t help with everything else, then just fix my mind and be done with it…”