Viral grumbled a little at his conclusion of being mostly human, not finding all that much care for such a statement. They all constantly tried to get him to believe he was pretty human, but everything he did was not the same as those humans he had watched over for all these years. He didn’t want to be like a human, he was struggling to find a place to belong and while that was happening he was definitely not finding the humans to be a very welcoming community. Feeling lonely because he didn’t have his own kind wasn’t a big concern of his; it was just something on the side that bothered him. He didn’t really know what he was made of completely or why he happened to be made of those things, but having a human base didn’t concern him too much. Feeling little interest with what he was told, he sighed and looked away for a moment, only giving a little glance when June was mentioned.

He wasn’t void of guilt over what he did in the past so being constantly reminded lately that Aito and June were alive at one point, feeling constantly torn by it. It was as if reminding him that he did have someone genetically close to him, but he killed them and now he just has a metaphorical family. Vegeta could keep calling him ‘brother’, but he’s done nothing to earn that title towards Vegeta. It felt as if Vegeta was only calling him that out of guilt for what he did, but he shouldn’t feel guilty when it was completely deserved after being delayed all of these years. Lowering his head a little, he sighed lightly and shook his head, “What if that was what happened when I killed Vegeta’s family? Maybe the RRA man simply directed me? What if he’s done more to me than you think?”

His mind was running with possibilities, every one of them being pretty terrible. Whether he had secrets within him or not, it still worried him, even the possibility that he had a shortened lifespan and could die at any time. Looking down at Ikura’s hand, he frowned at the decision to pet him with words that only made him feel depressed, “Hmph, I’ll believe it when I see it…” he spoke, looking up at him, “I am definitely not like that, otherwise I wouldn’t need to be the adult all the time! Hmph, wonder and cheer…like a child? Maybe because I was one, briefly, and I can’t even remember that!”

Feeling a little vulnerable mentally, he sighed with a feeling of dread with how the man might attack his mind next. He didn’t know how he felt about all of this anymore, his emotions were just fluctuating all the time. The thought of eating again didn’t please him either, he didn’t know what this man was talking about with all of this ‘feeling nice’ after eating; all he could feel after eating was pain with a fever and he never got ill usually. Groaning, he rubbed his stomach at the thought of it, not feeling too good, “And what happens if I eat again and I just change again? It wasn’t that long after eating either and I just felt awful before that; how is that remedied, exactly? I don’t want to feel constantly in pain and then constantly endangering everyone I know! It’s not going to happen overnight, you know…”