There was a moment of quiet relief when he heard about the notes being with him, but that also made him suddenly feel paranoid about the man. Who knows who could take the notes from him because he does such a thing; anybody could steal them and end up creating more of him. The RRA and Saiyans already knew of a way to counter his energy and near enough disable him, them knowing how to make more of him and create a way to counter the energy just made him feel broken. If more Beastmen could be created, he would be considered obsolete. Feeling lost and confused all of a sudden despite the good news, he slowly rubbed his head just with the hope that things would improve, “I would have thought you would put them in a secret hideout or something…” he groaned, removing his fingers from his scalp, “Vegeta and Yumi are both stronger than me and the first battle for the planet I was the first to give up. I don’t even know what I want for my life…”

What a load of crap this was turning out to be with just everything going against him already and he had barely been in the room for that long. He could barely take it, the thought of going off to be somewhere by himself being awfully desirable right now. Frowning at the mention of his strength or rather lack off, he shifted in his chair uncomfortably before slowly looking away with little interest. It wasn’t as if Earth was going to have many warriors at all once all of them had moved on and he was alone, that was the only way he could ever be the most powerful warrior on Earth. There was barely any point in such an accomplishment when the Earth hadn’t been attacked in so long since Goku died, the reason the threats had come was to challenge Goku and nobody would want to challenge an artificial creature made to be better than normal Earthlings, “Oh good, considering I’m supposed to rarely use them, anyway…”

Feeling pretty fed up with himself, he looked back at Ikura with the mention of eating. He didn’t particularly want to talk about it again, but he felt as if he had mentioned it so many times now that it was probably pretty irrelevant to keep back. It still was hard to talk about it, but it was hardly something he should be scared of saying when all it did was the same thing everytime. Hesitating, he stared at the man as he slowly pushed his back against his seat more, “…I tried to eat a Saiyan after mauling him to death because his armour was in the way of the meat”, he muttered, frowning, “I was close to eating him immediately…and Vegeta was there…and Yumi, both screaming at me with hate. I did try to eat fish before arriving here, but that was to show some Saiyan up…only to end up with a fever so bad the next thing I remember I was a big cat! However you’ll fix that, how the hell should I know…”