Viral needed to get on his feet again, but his mind wasn’t able to find his feet. His mind was all but trying to disappear from him and nobody seemed to mind, so all he could do was let the medicine take effect and remove his worries and sorrow. Rubbing his face as Vegeta decided to justify his odd manner of acting he wondered just what was giving Vegeta a reason to be all excited about this, finding it to be pretty worrying to say the least. To find excitement over a possibility of failure didn’t sit very well with him, in fact it made him a little nervous under his shell of frail mindedness. He still didn’t feel too sure about eating, but that nervousness was gradually disappearing along with his stress. Frowning as he slowly stared downwards as he sighed, his paw shifting on the floor as he tried to find a way to get up again, “Don’t you…force needles into me…” he groaned, not finding his feet very well, “You know what I mean…you know you’ll try and beat me, anyway. What do you think you do in training…you bookworm…”

Shu certainly had a lot of questions in mind and did wonder how he was supposed to try and find the answers to them all. Takeshi wouldn’t be able to give him a lot of them, but thinking them through and trying to solve them himself was what he always had to do. Nobody else would give him the answers unless he went right up and asked about them rather rudely; he really had no idea how T’charrl would react if he asked him where his ears were, for instance. Scratching through his hair, Shu eventually looked up at Takeshi again, tilting his head a little before giggling, “You say bad words a lot! I was taught that”, he smiled, giving a nod, “Always told never to say what you say because you say bad things”. When it came to how he felt about what happened to himself and what others had, Shu definitely had a slight case of nervousness towards it and was scared of what he was capable of when he had them. While he didn’t want to address his rage problem he still had problems regarding what he became, “I don’t like pointy things going near me”, he spoke lowly, pulling at his fingers, “Hers aren’t that big, but she still keeps them…b-but I don’t mind! So long as she doesn’t want to scratch me with them, I’m okay…”