T’charrl felt disorientated and a little scared, but if he was going to prevent madness from setting in and his aggression towards his friends he was going to have to try and remain calm as much as he could. He didn’t want anyone to see him or find him, but now everyone apart from just a few were all staring at him. He tried to speak about his problems and desires, but he couldn’t think of the right words to say either and now everyone was probably going to think of him as primitive. He wanted to communicate with them, but his own scouter not being present made it awfully difficult for him. Struggling to open his eyes, he moved his head around to try and get a look at Yumi, letting out a hiss as he tried his best to sit up. His shoulder was in a lot of pain right now, so taking a second to figure that out meant he had to shift his body around to reach out with his other hand. Taking a moment of hesitation, he gently touched her with the end of his claw and drew out a small portion of energy before withdrawing again. He was able to get his eyes open some more, but his responses still appeared weak and slow, “T-Thank you…n-not good at speak…” he mumbled, his hand slowly moving up to his sore shoulder, “N-Not feel ssso good…”

Shu was getting a little worried over his friend, especially when he seemed to be getting more primitive rather than smart and happy. T’charrl didn’t look happy in the slightest and it was almost as if his friend didn’t want to have company, something very strange when he knew his friend to be happy around company. Frowning a little, he sighed and nodded at Takeshi, “We should help him get all clean and sleepy-sleep! Food too, maybe?” he asked curiously, tilting his head, “Some fruit…? You not feeling all, umm…afraidy, right?” He was a little concerned since Takeshi was scared of bugs and T’charrl did look more like a bug, just hoping T’charrl wouldn’t pick up on any fear just incase he was feeling it right now.

Viral knew a lot of the King’s tactics and having him in battle was the last thing he would want too, preferring his forces to go first. He didn’t have a lot to lose when it came to throwing men at them and a lot of them fought loyally no matter what Vegeta assumed from them. Looking to Vegeta, he sighed and shook his head, “You’re merely looking at this from the sidelines, but I’ve been a part of it”, he spoke, not finding the memories particularly easy to revisit, “They will fight loyally and proudly, a lot of them. You think they live in poverty or are scared that they will be tortured, but most of the King’s forces are not! Maybe if you defeat them they’ll switch sides, but that’s because they don’t want to be on the losing side. The soldiers you’ve encountered are the lesser forces that hold little loyalty other than survival, they’ll only change sides because you defeated them”. They really needed to get out of this naïve outlook that all the soldiers were suffering or being bossed around, but if they just looked at this ship and what a lot of them had then surely they’d realise the soldiers probably liked having all this at their disposal and Kabocha’s family should had been a sign of that. Feeling less than confident about meeting up against the King’s forces, he looked to Vegeta and frowned slightly, “Fine, you do that and just…get me a drink, or something”, he grumbled, rubbing his head a little, “Maybe something alcoholic if you packed anything…please say you did…”