T’charrl didn’t like how Takeshi was speaking, hardly feeling comfortable with himself at all as he continued to go on. He didn’t mean what he did and it was only by chance that his race had this power, but it wasn’t exactly something he could control. He would be better off transforming back into his normal form if it made them happy and not think that he was strange like Takeshi did, feeling as if it was too obvious that Takeshi just didn’t like him when he was like this. “Uhh, right…umm, I-I know it’s not my fault because I didn’t want it”. He was having a hard time feeling secure about himself, coming close to wanting to hide away again until he managed to change back. He didn’t know why he couldn’t, he couldn’t figure out what he was missing and it was hurting his self-esteem greatly, especially if his friends didn’t like him when he was like this. It made him feel bad for making them feel uncomfortable. “I will keep trying to change back, I just…need a little more time…”

Shu looked between T’charrl and Takeshi, not entirely sure what was going on but T’charrl didn’t seem too happy with something. Maybe something happened while he was all getting groomed and what not, feeling confused to what it could be. Takeshi seemed to be stumbling on his own words for one, maybe it was something he said. Tilting his head a little he gave a smile, squeaking, “Ooh! Friend T’charrl can take time, it’s okay”, he spoke quickly, looking to his friend, “He just needs his mother to see he can! It all okay, I think. Friend all big and fluffy, give much hugs too. I don’t care what Friend looks like so long as Friend doesn’t go bad. Scary…”

“Yeah sure, not until somebody takes over my mind and body. It certainly seems so easy to do”. Viral didn’t feel satisfied with the information he had on the King and his wishes of what he wanted to do with him. There had to be a reason why he wanted an artificial creature in his ranks so high and not just as a typical slave soldier, there had to be a reason for all the experiments they put him through and his determination to have control over his mind to make sure he either served the King or came out broken. He didn’t like it, he didn’t even like how they used the knowledge acquired from his genes to do what they did to Yumi. It made him feel very unsettled and without peace, even if everybody else tried to grant peace to him. “Good. I don’t want him thinking it’s okay before suddenly having second thoughts”, he sighed, moving to the door as well, his head held a little low just because of his horns, “The most I want to know is if there’s been further deterioration since the other day! But of course that probably won’t be possible to see…yet, I’m still concerned. This has all happened so fast”.