T’charrl thought it was nice to have them out with him like this but he was still worried he might bore them or something. There was little he could talk about and discuss when he was feeling tired and mentally drained. He did enjoy being around his friends at least, that should matter more than anything else. Watching Takeshi make an attempt to walk he nearly stood up when he only hurt himself, frowning at his reaction. He really shouldn’t be trying to do such things when he was supposed to wait for healing like he was himself. His skin was burned and his wings broken not to mention his body had taken on quite a fair bit of stress, feeling sore all over. Pulling Shu around he gasped when his other arm was hit lightly, his eyes going to Takeshi as if surprised he decided to touch him. It was still weird to him for Takeshi to touch him, but at least he was trying. “Uhh, I-I know I’m not. It’s just…I don’t know, I would like to help and try to use it. I guess I just want to be useful other than-…well, I-I won’t mention what happened in the fight…”

Kiton didn’t know what he could do. He was trapped quite literally and completely vulnerable with this man standing over him in a threatening manner. If he tried to get up he’d probably be hit back down and end up in a worse state. Staring up at Ricken he tried to move his arms up just incase, even if he was too weak to block anything from this position. He didn’t mean for anyone to die, he had tried to keep his ship intact but this guy was acting as if he wanted as many killed as possible. Looking away for a moment his eyes soon snapped back to Ricken, frowning at the revelation he came to. “I just-I didn’t-…” he stuttered, looking around quickly before gasping when it looked like Ricken was going to snap at any moment; however, before the rebel could the Saiyan decided to do that instead and give him a good punch across the face.

Staring at Haku he could only feel curious about his reason to force Ricken to back off like that, especially given the circumstances. He didn’t know what to do with this, his eyes looking between the pair before watching as Ricken decided to take the easy way out and leave the shuttle. Frowning at the sight of him he looked to Haku, staring at him as he spoke before grunting, trying to move on the cot. “Y-You…you didn’t have to do that…” he muttered, trying to get up but eventually giving up, “…I deserved it. I could had! I could…maybe…if I just went somewhere else…” He didn’t know where he was flying to for most of his struggle but the moment he saw Namek appear on his radar he had to land there. He helped those creatures murder who knows how many people and had to take the punishment for that. Being an outlaw meant he was automatically hunted and probably deserved punishment for just existing. He was a Frost Demon, after all, his kind not exactly given a free pass like other races to live how they wanted to live. “Why did you defend me? You know I deserved that…”

Viral didn’t know what would happen after he received this treatment, whether he would find something else that sparked his interest or end up in a dead end wasn’t completely clear. He didn’t know where his life would lead if he would even be given a second chance, but expressing his pessimism over his recovery probably wouldn’t help everyone else who thought for sure this would lead to his cure. There were so many other important wishes they could make but they chose this when Vegeta hardly seemed bothered to be granted his parents again. “New purpose…but what? You will be given a great task if you think thinking of something I can do is going to be as easy as having a group meeting about it…”

 In the end, Viral just couldn’t wait until he could eat and sleep normally again. Those were his two biggest desires however simple. He had missed tasting food and not become twisted after eating it, he missed being able to sleep and escape reality. Who knew how long he would sleep once he could, even if his mental illness meant he would have nightmares it still meant he was able to sleep. Upon arriving at the Elder’s home he looked around at the Namekians, groaning at the sight of them. He didn’t like crowds at all, especially when eyes were directed to him. With ears going down he lowered his head, staring at them before turning his attention back to the home of the Elder. It was certainly a whole lot larger than the other houses with fauna growing up it quite elegantly, the sound of running water nearby telling him there was a fountain probably nearby. He knew Namekians only consumed water so that must had been quite a luxury to have, definitely best suited for an Elder. Grumbling, Viral looked to Vegeta before following up the steps behind, having a bit of a struggle at first because of his size and shape. He really didn’t like this, finding the stairs to be all too much for him to be patient with.