Viral stared up at Eslaria, his expression a fair deal solemn upon listening to her. He knew all that, but he found it all still hard to believe when he had been beaten down so many times. He had tried hard to protect Shu, but in failing that he had failed to protect himself as he was blinded by his own mental state. He felt ashamed of himself, he didn’t know what he was wanting anymore, “One can only refuse death for so long…” he spoke, closing his eyes for a moment before being told to keep awake. It was a lot harder to stay awake and talk than they would realise, he was on his last sliver of energy and even then his tank was slowly emptying. 

Letting out a groan of irritability, he looked slowly towards Takeshi as everything was discussed with him over their plan of action. It was probably going to be worse for him considering he was going to have to confront Vegeta and Yumi like this, that is if he managed to live long enough until he got home. Frowning a little, he slowly rolled his head back over, “Keep talking…what of…? It’s…painful enough to talk…” he muttered, feeling gradually fed up with listening to his own voice, “…At least I didn’t eat anything…or you’d have to deal with more than just blood…”

T’charrl smiled slightly at Takeshi, trying to make him feel confident over what they needed to do and hoping he would trust him with carrying him. It wouldn’t be too hard, the guy didn’t look too heavy and he was fairly confident that he could hold onto Takeshi without hurting him or shifting the knives, “Edge of town? You’re lucky you left tracks too instead of…uhh, ‘flying’…? That thing you do without wings?” he questioned him before he began to fly himself, attaching his cane onto his side as he moved to hoist up Takeshi, trying to keep him as straight as possible while also supported, “Plus my mother’s right; I only got caught before because of a similar way to you getting ambushed…and you can see how that worked out…”

With everyone sorting themselves out and picking each other up, Viral could only stare at their fuzzy forms as he continued to struggle to remain conscious. His rescuer was going to end up being the stranger alien of the bunch, his eyes staring up at him with a frown on his face at his words. He didn’t know whether to feel confident in his words, but if the man was willing to pick him up along with the mess he was carrying on his clothes then hopefully things would go fast enough. Wincing as he was picked up and slowly lifted into the air, he could still feel a spark of embarrassment over the way he was being held. Letting out a groan, he looked up at Katas, narrowing his eyes a little before he moved his head away, “Possibly…but, I doubt you’d want to see what I can do”, he muttered, “What makes me a ‘great’ warrior…? Me moving pathetically across the ground…or failing to protect others…”