Shu didn’t know what he was supposed to do once they were all done with this and Takeshi wanted to work, especially when it would mean he would probably be alone while he was away doing things. He didn’t really want to do that too much and did want to be with Takeshi quite a lot, but it was hard when there was no way to see the future. He was curious about his future and did want to have a clearer idea to what he was supposed to do, but right now he didn’t have a clue and should probably continue focusing on his present and much more pleasant time with his brother and friends. With T’charrl’s mother leaving they could chat for a while properly and loosen up like they usually do, at least until this ‘musician’ arrived, whatever that was. Smiling at T’charrl’s mother he gave a quick wave, bouncing on his chair a little before sighing, looking back to Takeshi. “Would people give us shinies if we did things for others? Like giving food when you’ve been good! Food is good, then shinies is good…right?”

T’charrl did hope that Renthal was going to find something that might be repairable but if it was a mutation he was going through then it most likely wasn’t reversible. If it could be controlled then that would be great, but if it was getting to the point where his body was actually weakening and he could possibly become debilitated. It was a pretty difficult time he was having and his mother could tell that, but his pheromones were probably telling her these things even if he did try to hide them. His friends weren’t very good at sensing emotions, but then again he figured their race couldn’t do that as well as his own. They certainly had a lot of different facial expressions compared to his own races so maybe that’s how they expressed themselves more. He should ask about their various ways of expression and what might be unique to them and foreign to him completely. Smiling with his mother as she left he let out a sigh, lowering his head a little before his eyes went to Haku, feeling confused about what he meant. “Do now? I want to listen to the musician”, he spoke, looking back to his claws as he rested them on the table, “I thought you might wanted to as well. I listened and watched everything your culture had to offer…so I thought I could show you all a little bit of mine too?”

Viral didn’t doubt Yumi’s intelligence and everyone else’s complete lack of awareness when it came to anything concerning him. He was a bit of a radical element when it came to everyday life even if he had been around for a long time, but it was just a normal organic’s response. They naturally overlooked something that was out of place and the most out of place something could get was being artificially created. Being unable to fit in anywhere made it difficult to be recognised and regarded, something he had seen throughout his entire life. “I have a lot to worry about incase it happens again. Everyone already knows how fragile my mind is…who knows when someone will take advantage of that again and force me to betray everyone under the control of someone else”. He was always going to be concerned with killing someone close to him even if everyone dismissed it as being impossible. Yumi was right that someone would probably go up and try to stop it, but that would probably involve the termination of himself to fully get rid of the problem. Just because he was alive didn’t mean he was valued under the same rights that organic beings were. Staring into the fountain he sighed when Yumi found the same conclusion only coming to another which ultimately lead her to her life decision, but proved his point when she was trying to disapprove it. She had her entire life growing up and education to help her find what she truly enjoyed, but everything he learned early in life was how to fight. Due to the wiping of his memory he didn’t have any recollection of those days, but Aito made a point to him that he learned martial arts and trained under many battle techniques and strategies. It was all he was programmed to do from an early age and nothing else seemed possible for him to do. “Everything else will become misery for me to do because it was not what I was meant to do. You had many years to decide what you wanted to do, remember? What I’m trying to say is you experienced what the world had to offer while I was made to stare out of a window, yearning for freedom while the only ‘freedom’ I had was hunting with you and Vegeta but under heavy supervision. You may had thought I was allowed to go outside freely, but there was always someone watching me and taking notes. I wasn’t allowed to go beyond certain boundaries. But…maybe that’s just it. It’s all in the past and there’s nothing I can do about it now”.