T’charrl was quite looking forward to seeing his friends again even if it meant he wasn’t going to have much time seeing them. He still recognised that he was going to play a role in the war against his friend’s enemy and probably wouldn’t get to see them for awfully long if they ever did go back. There was something about coming back after a long trip to see your parents, making him feel all sorts of happy over this realisation. It was going to be nice and maybe the tree would be kind enough to lend it some fruit for a nice treat with his parents, hoping it had forgiven him for causing such a mess and making part of it the centre of attention in a foreign city. That was pretty embarrassing and no wonder it was angry at him. He could still barely believe he went from having no friends apart from the tree to many all around him. “She does care for me, she just shows it through hitting me”, he smiled before sighing, “I never did mind it, but she’s so powerful and scary when she’s worried…”

Hearing Yumi tell him he looked like his father made him smile a little, his mind wandering to them again. He didn’t think that he would look like his parents or at least hadn’t thought about that kind of stuff in a while, feeling pretty warm because of it. He was sure he was missing something when it came to looking like his parents and how it made him feel, thinking he was getting something from it. Tilting his head a little he gave it a little thought, his eyes soon going to Takeshi and smiled, “Yeah, we could be together, connected…” he spoke, looking back to his claws as he tapped them together in anticipation, “Those who love the sun and those who love the dark all together and happy. I just worry about what the future holds for my people as we grow strong together”. It was pretty worrying if more people like him started coming out and showing they too could manipulate natural energy and talk to the dead, especially when they were living in fear of those who might persecute them for it before. Frowning at this realisation he lowered his head slightly, feeling worried. “Mother and Father…you think so too?” he spoke up, giving him a little glance, “Photo…? I don’t-…umm, you really think I look like them? That makes me feel…warm inside. Do you think…maybe…if I think about them I can change back that way? Takeshi! We should go back to my room to try! Yumi, uhh, t-thank you for giving me idea. I do feel something in here when thinking about, must be key…you think maybe?”