T’charrl didn’t really feel all that comfortable talking about all these subjects, probably because he had a problem with them in general. It was probably due to his experience in one not being all too pleasant but also talking about whether it was worth killing them off or not managed to get to him as well. “Uhh, I-I guess. But what is the point? Giving them freedom in the afterlife is nothing compared to a lifetime of torturous living”, he spoke lowly, rubbing his claws together, “Besides…I don’t know if you heard the King, but he was around since before the massacres and that was thousands of years ago. My people may not have as much muscle as yours, but we’re very long lived…” He didn’t think killing someone off was better than having to live with your mistakes for the rest of your existence, especially when naturally dying was so far away for them all the time. “Clipping the wings is pretty painful. Think of it like getting your arms cut off every few weeks. Then again, if they act out they might get their arms cut off as punishment”.

T’charrl really didn’t want to make Shu feel uneasy but he had a feeling that talking about these subjects were going to do just that. It was difficult keeping off the subject when he was asked about it, at least. If Takeshi was curious then he was free to ask the questions, he just probably should watch and make sure he wasn’t freaking out his younger friend who already appeared to be on edge. Halting once they arrived at Garesh’s room he looked to the guards who were pretty ready to fight if they ever needed to, straightening up when they were being addressed. Staring at the man as he spoke he frowned and backed off a quick step, looking around quickly before lowering his head. He didn’t like how they knew about his condition but it was probably needed, but whether they can keep it to themselves was something he wasn’t sure of. “I-I understand…” he mumbled, looking up at the man, “I have no questions. I’m ready if my friends are…”

Viral didn’t know how to settle his mind or his body with this condition anymore, feeling worse as each day progressed as everything seemed to mould together and only manage to cause further stress. If being by himself for once didn’t help then he didn’t know what would, even if he continued to hear the whispers of the past still haunt him. He would definitely go back and try to sleep once he had some quiet time to himself, that was if he could sleep. There were so many smells in the air that should’ve been a valid distraction, but it failed to do so. Feeling pretty terrible even with his break he headed on back to the door. While he was ready to enter the ship again he didn’t know if he should, feeling as if something was watching him. Even if he was paranoid often enough he was still not going to deny the feeling of suspicion in the darkness of the forest. Turning around he slowly surveyed the area, feeling a little suspicious about his surroundings. Even with the pain he was in he could still defend the ship if he needed to from whatever predator might be trying to stalk him.