Shu felt like going to sleep after all that, even if he didn’t like to go to sleep because of his nightmares. He was very much curious about what techniques Vegeta might use to help him but he knew he wouldn’t know anytime soon because he was still in the process of treating his friend. He was worried that he’d just wake up Takeshi over and over again before he got treatment. If it was going to be anything like how Takeshi was trying to treat him then he didn’t think it would work either. Trying to figure out a way around it he was just starting to reminisce back to the bad times again, but instead towards times when Viral at least tried to make things a lot better for him. Pressing his fingers together he quickly looked up at Takeshi when asked about his time with Viral, giving a little smile before looking down again. “Uh huh…well, we were in different cages, so he tried as much as he could to help keep us both okay”, he spoke calmly, letting out a sigh, “They kept us close but we couldn’t see each other so he would often talk to me. He’d tell me stories of made up things, but also stories of things he did and what he used to do. He only stopped talking if it was time to sleep or he fell asleep…or maybe he was sleeping, I don’t know if he just got knocked out. Mister Viral would get really angry when they tried to take me somewhere while he was around, but one time he tried to run through the bars and got zapped really bad by them. Poor Mister Viral was all sizzly, but I helped by punching the bad guy who laughed at him. I can’t remember much after that…”

T’charrl laughed a little, lowering his head in slight embarrassment. He really had a lot of worries on him and was just trying to get them all out before he really did hurt himself and cause embarrassment and make himself scared all at the same time. He didn’t want to burden Yumi with too much, but she was the only one willing to talk to him and seemed to be quite alright with listening to what he had to say. “You aliens are certainly still strange to me…” He was glad she was so light hearted about everything, it made him pretty relaxed even when it was hard to think about the future and what might come in it. Feeling a little embarrassed he gasped suddenly when Yumi got excited over something, looking to her in confusion. Listening to her reasoning for her outburst he tilted his head, giving his chest a rub. “Uhh, maybe. I don’t know if they can detect each other. Spirits tend to keep to themselves, make things grow and live…stuff like that. I don’t know if they talk to each other and I don’t know a way to find out. The spirit would only know”.

Viral could understand that he was in a tank for healing, but what he couldn’t understand was how he got there in the first place. He couldn’t remember much before he was knocked unconscious, only the image of Vegeta standing over him being the last thing he remembered. It must’ve been some effort trying to get him in if he had to be knocked completely unconscious to be here. Taking hold of the mask he kept it held to his face, trying to clear his mind. He still couldn’t focus very well, but he was recovering his mind gradually and eventually realising just how sore he was. His body was circulating a lot of pain now, even if he was submerged in a liquid that healed and restored. Finding it hard to understand all that his eyes soon moved to Vegeta who took notice of him, staring at him as he approached. Looking up to the speaker for a moment his eyes soon went back to Vegeta, narrowing them when he spoke of Namek. He didn’t believe him the moment he said it for some reason, but then when he continued it seemed he hadn’t and was using someone else’s guide to find it. The reasoning was certainly there but he didn’t know who this someone was, especially when the voices he heard were filtered by the water and glass. Despite being in a lot of pain he couldn’t see it getting any better in this. If he was awake now then he might as well get out of the tank to try and calm it down himself. Letting go of the mask he instead reached out to the glass, trying to indicate that he wanted out.