T’charrl couldn’t see it as a big deal when he was just trying to survive and help his friends kill the creature, not concentrate on the glory of killing it. He was fairly sure he was unable to think like that when his life was on the line along with everybody else’s. “I guess I did. But how can you be jealous? It was horrible”. He certainly didn’t want to have to go through that again; it was definitely going to be something he’d have to try and forget about in the future before he went to sleep so he didn’t end up having nightmares. Keeping his head low he sighed lightly, looking to Takeshi before down to Shu. He didn’t know what they could do after all this, he wasn’t the one in charge and was instead supposed to concentrate on getting better at controlling his abilities. “Shouldn’t I be trying to find control? I barely know how to control my energy and I keep changing, isn’t that something I have to try and fix before I become a horrible disgusting monster? Then again, what if I become a god? Do I tempt such power?”

Kiton didn’t know what his fate was going to be now, especially after all that. He received assurance that he wouldn’t be harmed by Sasha but if that guy was willing to hit him while he was down then he would probably end up beaten to a bloody pulp by the time he got to see their leader.  This was going to be worse than prison, especially when he couldn’t escape into Space so easily. Looking to Haku he frowned at his reasoning, letting out a groan before sighing. “I didn’t mean for myself to get hurt either! Yet…here I am, looking like I might as well get replacement limbs…” he spoke, staring up at the roof of the shuttle, “The world is a harsh place. You will learn that eventually. Besides…I’m used to it”. He didn’t know if he wanted to hang around here or get the hell out of this place considering the circumstances, even after telling himself he was not going to be in the best of shape if he chose to try and escape. It was going to be awful either way even when he told himself it was better this way. “He’s just going to do it again when nobody’s around. I won’t be surprised if the others feel it’s necessary to do the same…”

It made Viral’s heart sink to be told to renew his purpose, knowing that he was made with a limited lifespan in the first place to fulfil only one thing before it became pointless and drag him to his death. He needed to find a way to survive however way possible but he couldn’t think of anything he could do that wouldn’t lead him down a path of evil and eventually to his destruction. He was never told what his purpose was and why he was created with such a flaw in the first place. Everything was just getting lost and with it he was losing all sense of belonging. Making his way to the Elder’s home wasn’t making him feel any better, even if it was to try and get the Dragonballs. All he knew was if the Elder didn’t hand over the Dragonballs he’d get them himself by any means necessary. Hardly interested in the actual complex himself he simply looked to the lead Namekian, not really caring for what he had to say either. Just wanting to go on in now and get it over with while definitely not planning on remaining there for a very long time. Moving on into the room he gave the Namekian a quick side glance, huffing lightly as he looked for the Elder.

The Elder was not at what appeared to be a large decorated stone throne but was instead near a window decorated with plant life, staring out into the village before turning towards the group as they made their way in. Dressed in a decorated robe and certainly looking like he’d fight straight into the ‘Elder’ title he still looked fit and able to defend himself if need be. Looking to the group he slowly moved in front of his throne, his eyes going to Viral. Interesting, he’d never seen a creature like that before, but something told him it wasn’t supposed to look like that. “You are the visitors that defeated the monster, correct? Please, have a seat”, he spoke, showing the group to a fair set of decorated cushions with a long low table, “We have a few who have set out to provide you with food and tea. We are aware of your people’s needs. Many of us were alive during the migration, after all…”