Viral was not seeing himself in a fairly grand light, trying hard to see the darkest spots of his future first. He was looking to the shadows for anything that might make him feel better, all of which typically involved fighting for his life even if he didn’t have a chance in hell. He didn’t have a lot going for him right now, there was nothing other than this problem he had to focus on so any relief from it was definitely only coming from the thought of battling out of the pain. He didn’t see how anybody could be calm about this with the sheer thought that maybe telling him things will get better meant they actually will be. He was going to be horribly weakened after this and possibly never catch up to the others and that thought just made him sick and wishing for battle even if it would never come. “Who cares if they’re busy? The King’s front lines are defenceless as his men go to fight off whatever the rebels are also fighting! I could just take down the palace myself like this…” He could just take everyone out right now just by throwing himself in there, but when Yumi stopped she didn’t look too happy about that thought at all. Staring at her at first he slowly looked away again, growling lowly in frustration at her fuss over his words. Shaking his head he turned away from her, folding his arms, “I shouldn’t need all of this care…I shouldn’t. Even if you don’t like it, I can’t see myself doing something any different other than fighting. I am getting better so I can fight again! What makes someone a person? I don’t see how I will be considered different than any other creation before me, all those androids that are essentially my predecessors”.

T’charrl was particularly good with weapons, especially the handheld variety. He wasn’t what some people would consider a master, that was his father to decide whether he was or not, but he still could kill a few soldiers in his time even if he was considered weak compared to others of his kind. If they saw him now they’d never say that again, but of course he didn’t want them to see him like this or like anything else that was considered a monster. Takeshi was already weirded out by him so showing off his world what he was like certainly made him worry that there would be a full-blown hunt to kill him. Looking to Takeshi he gave a little nod, contemplating over the seeds he had in his claws. “If you don’t trust your weapon it will break, but if you push it the weapon will break anyway. If you can care for it as much as you would care for your own limb then it will protect you until it can no longer. It’s not going to be there all the time, but longer than it might if you refused to listen to it when it says ‘no more’”. It wasn’t a tough concept, but it was hard to explain. He couldn’t let a weapon like that go to waste.

T’charrl found it odd how flustered Takeshi was getting over his friend like this, but it was still funny. He really did seem to admire his friend but also tried to deny it as if it was a negative thing to do, something he found very strange. “Older brother? So you see him as family? Does he have family that you feel a part of too?” he asked up, giving his cheek a scratch, “I didn’t see anybody like him, though”. Takeshi without the motivation to fight must had been a pretty lazy one, seeing as how he’s always fighting for something. Even on this journey Takeshi was aiming to go into battle and fight for something, something maybe he wouldn’t want to do if he knew someone else could do the fighting for him. Staring at Takeshi, grinning a little when he attempted to imitate his friend, shifting his feet, “Something like that? I don’t think that is very fair to say he is like that. I hope you don’t make fun of me like that when I’m not around…”