Viral didn’t see how they could possibly feel that way, especially when it meant travelling right across the galaxy just for some one on one talks with this man because they couldn’t handle him anymore. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they all left him on Earth, feeling as if he should retire from the fight. There was little good he could do in fights now with everyone being as skilled as they were, his main problem and advantage being his ability to cause havoc against his will. It was the Saiyans who did it to him, his mind damaged pretty badly from all the torturous experiments they put him through to try and advance his powers as well as steal them; however, it was probably best that he stayed with them rather than being discovered by the King’s sons. His mental state would have been forcefully intact and nothing bad would have happened to it.

Rubbing his head slowly in an attempt to relieve the stress, he looked up to Ikura with a frown, “She shouldn’t be angry because of that, she shouldn’t have to care!” he spoke quickly, not quite understanding why she would ever have to be worried over his mentality, “I’ve seen how they all look at me, like I’m some project…but…I don’t need to be pitied…” This was very difficult, all he was doing was repeating the same words he had told the others many times before they simply got annoyed at him or saddened. Trying to ease the pressure in his head, he looked back to Ikura when he recalled what part of him he worked on, looking down a little in his own thoughts.

So he did have something to do with his genes, but whether it was something he put in or something the other man from the RRA coded was still a mystery. Maybe that solution could be found first before his crippled mentality, even if they ran out of time with this man to fix his mind. The nightmares, voices and images would have to wait; the physical pain and problems could come first. Leaning forward a little as if afraid people beyond the door might hear him, he gave Ikura a good staring at before deciding to speak, “Yeah, and they’re pretty important considering my future whether you see me as an accomplishment or not”, he spoke lowly, hesitating a few seconds before speaking again, “…My abilities, whatever the hell you gave me, are not fully under my control anymore. Whatever the hell you gave me in terms of powers are beyond my control and new things are forcing their way out with often disastrous results! That form you gave me…it’s no longer under my control and is just getting stronger, I’m able to create metal monstrosities myself and even more recently my powers are manifesting into something new! Those feline genes you put in me seem fairly adamant about dominating over my others, you know…”