Viral could see nothing around him that would suddenly come to life and try to eat her or explode in her face, especially when a lot of the flora around the place was as timid as anything. For as little fungi as there was around the place none of them looked like they would explode, plus they didn’t exactly need to go anywhere near those things even if they did react violently. “You realise you just got a stick, a rock and some grass while trying to justify possible poisoning and being consumed? The hell kind of stuff did you think we were going to do if that was on your mind?” he questioned her before groaning, “You don’t need to know about that sort of stuff unless you’re foraging…not making a weapon…” She had to learn to separate such fears when she was making a weapon and go for very raw materials. The grass wouldn’t harm them when they had been walking on it all the time, after all. It was all fine and good to be worrying about dangers when they were looking for food and creatures, but creating a weapon was hardly a threat to their health. Looking around the area for any signs of prey he looked to Yumi when she asked about his weapon, shaking his head. “I have my own weapons and know how to make my own. This is for you and for me to see if you still have it. I’ll use weapons once I know you’re ready to hunt without my guidance”.

Choi shrugged, grinning a little. “If you want to blame T’charrl for it then I’ll tell him! Then you’ll have to deal with the guilt of making him depressed and endangering his own people”, he sighed heavily, “Ohhh man, that would suck, huh?” Having a depressed friend walking around was not something Choi wanted to have and he was sure Kabocha didn’t either, even if Kabocha wasn’t one for expressing his feelings very well. Hoping that the aliens had forgiven them for doing such a thing was definitely on his mind since it would mean they wouldn’t really be able to get around much if they had an angry mob chasing after them. Descending with his brother after Kabocha he looked around the area, wondering if there was any real need to get down low at this time when they could easily fly in like all the other citizens. They all had wings so they probably used them for travelling around just like they used flight so why did they have to go down so low. “Shouldn’t we just fly straight in like they would? I mean…they have wings, right? They would just fly in anyway!”

Shu would love some trees in the ship if it was manageable, especially when it meant he would be able to feel better while on the ship just by going to see them and be amongst them. If he could feel like that he would definitely be happier and not as tired all the time. “Trees and dirt! Ooh! I hope so, I really do!” Swinging along through the trees he soon noticed out of the corner of his eye Takeshi was trying to get to him, returning that thought with a brief giggle as he bounced from side to side along the trees. “No shoes! Not doing!” he giggled, bouncing from tree to tree, swinging around them every so often, “You not gonna catch me! No catching me!” Shu knew he could be a lot more manoeuvrable around the trees than Takeshi, especially when he had a tail and Takeshi greatly lacked one. It was fun and he was sure Takeshi was having fun too, but there was no way he was going to let him catch up to him.

T’charrl wasn’t sure how the city had recovered after that battle he had with the General, especially when an entire complex had been nearly levelled and was not covered by a massive tree. He didn’t mean for any of that to happen but it was all he could do. The tree was probably going to be annoyed with his return as well, especially when he was the one that grew it there in the first place. Maybe it would be happy for his return, especially when nobody else interacted with it in the way he interacted with trees. Glancing to Haku he frowned when he instead expressed disdain over his family, looking away and letting out a sigh at his words. To wish death upon someone else was not a particularly healthy mental state, making him wonder what the guy would do if he hated him instead. Being treated badly was no reason to wish death upon someone who never tried to kill you back; the only reason he ever killed anyone was out of defence and to preserve his people. “Uhhh, I don’t think you should think like that, especially around these people”, he spoke, feeling a little uneasy, “They don’t kill others. Even I killed others but I was a scout, a warrior Prince. I needed to learn how to kill to protect others even if they didn’t like me and treated me badly. It doesn’t make me wish death upon them just because they didn’t like me”.