T’charrl didn’t like taking energy from other people, especially his friends. It was alright when he had to do it, he had to take the General’s energy for example, but to have to take it just because he was weak and unable to move was just a little mentally painful for him to complete. He didn’t want to have to end up becoming a parasite. Shifting onto other concerns, he gave Yumi a weak smile back before looking down again, finding it hard to get his point across. He still needed a scouter to talk, it seemed. He wasn’t smart enough to use their language on his own but he was definitely improving, just not enough. Trying to think of a way to word it, he groaned as he struggled to search for it like a kid getting stuck on a hard maths question, “Hurting! Hurting many here…” he spoke, lifting his claw towards the orb on his shoulder before to his chest and moving it down his abdomen. He was trying to make it simple by pointing to the worst part, but he really didn’t know if Yumi understood, but he sure was trying his best. Letting out a few clicking sounds, he soon rubbed his forearms sorely, feeling pretty uncomfortable, “Head funny! Maybe better later…but lot hurting…”

Shu couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards T’charrl’s struggles, especially when he had the exact same struggle when he was taken in by that old couple. He had zero knowledge over the language, but after intense teaching and constant tutoring he was soon able to speak on a comprehensive level. T’charrl had only been trying to speak it for just over a week with a little bit of Vegeta’s help, so it was lucky that he had managed to pick up this much before their time together was over. Frowning a little, he looked to Takeshi before giving a nod, bouncing slightly on his feet, “Yeah! Friend T’charrl get all clean and…umm, dusty friends can get clean too”, he spoke, looking to Yumi and Choi; both of them were powdery, probably after carrying T’charrl from his room. Smiling a little, he lowered his head slightly when Takeshi placed his hand on his head, his eyes staring up at him before he smiled a little, “Are you sure…? Really-really?”

Viral knew what it was like being a part of the King’s army and even with his collar controlling his thoughts, everyone else around him were willing to say their feelings about the Empire and how much they enjoyed killing things; of course, he was around Elites a lot but even the soldiers would say sometimes. Looking to Vegeta, he grunted at his doubt, “Hmph, you’d think that, being an outsider”, he muttered, “Saiyans are natural killers, they even eat other races…” He was surprised they still managed to believe that he didn’t miss anything from his services for the King, but after all that torture and experimenting he was in his natural element and able to do what his natural instincts told him to do. He could fight, kill and terrorise and be praised for it, but now that he was away from all that he was in a depression where he could barely do anything. He didn’t know what he thought about his services with the King anymore, whether he actually liked it or was just lying to himself. Feeling pretty down just from his confusion and thinking that, he looked to Vegeta when he was denied his drink, frowning in annoyance, “You’d probably deny me some for whatever occasions we’ll have too”, he grumbled, looking away, “One drink wouldn’t intoxicate me, anyway…it’d just soften the blow…”