This had to be hard, falling from grace like this. Especially to someone like Viral who power meant everything. Yumi could perfectly understand why he was so upset and down on himself, that wasn't in question. Nor was why he couldn't be a bit more optimistic, there were so many obstacles blocking whatever little light there may be. Just because he couldn't look on the bright side didn't mean she couldn't, and she would try to be optimistic for the both of them. Things would work out, they had to, it would just be wrong if Viral was slighted yet again. He was owed this, he needed to be healthy again so he could battle. Perhaps Vegeta felt the same way, maybe that was why he was working so diligently on helping. Sure, there was his ethic, and his personal drive to succeed, those had to be spurring their friend along. But she'd noticed something while they were speaking, a look that Vegeta kept giving Viral. She couldn't describe it as anything less than sympathy and a yearning to help, and that maybe was the biggest factor in this work. This was going to work out all right in the end, they were going to make damn sure of that. "Nothing is stopping Viral, we're not doing anything right now, remember? The rebels are busy and they'll contact us when they need us again, that was the deal. So we're not on a schedule now." Stopping as they were walking Yumi clenched her fists, turning around and staring up at Viral intently. "Don't call yourself a weapon, just stop it. I'm sick of you thinking you're just some object or tool," she mumbled, shaking her head in frustration, "You're a person, just like me, or Vegeta, or Shu or Takeshi or anyone else. Just because you're a Beastman doesn't change that. We're not going to throw you at anyone until we take care of you, and that's final."

There was that whole being a part of your sword, Viral had said that too. No matter how many times he heard it Takeshi just had trouble imagining that sort of thing, having a weapon being an extension of yourself. Maybe that was why he had so much trouble with it, he couldn't imagine it as much else other than what it was, just a sword. "Listen to my sword, huh...?" he mumbled, frowning as he looked at the floor. He would try it, whatever it took to learn, but damn if he wasn't confused about all of this. If all the people who used swords were saying the same kind of stuff then it had to be true and he really needed to work on it, that would be his training. Swinging around a sharp piece of metal was easy, Shu could do that, it had to be the whole being one with the blade that was holding him back. Giving T'charrl a sharp look when he teased the Saiyan, Takeshi smiled slightly and rolled his eyes, "Not exactly... I mean Viral's not my dad. I know who my dad is, and he's an ass. I guess he's kind of like... I don't know, an older brother? I never had one really but I think he'd be what I'd want mine to be like. He's a pain, but he forces me to fight at my best." Not a ton of people could get him to do that anymore, even most of their opponents. Any time he was fighting alongside or around the Beastman he wanted to try and appear as powerful as could be, almost as if to try one-upping the other guy. Right now that would be no problem given Viral's state, but that was a hollow victory. He needed to get better, then they could see who was stronger. "Tch... Tell Viral any of this? He'd probably get all mad or blow me off," Takeshi remarked, smirking slightly. Making a face he showed his teeth, swiping at the air invisibly like he had paws, "Takeshi, you idiot. Stop being all sappy, it's disgusting!" he added, doing an awful impression of Viral's voice, "Something like that, you know?"