Viral was quickly losing confidence in his ability to prevent his illness from getting to his head again, knowing he was probably going to have to go through all sorts of horrible treatments to get corrected. He was ashamed of himself after what he had become, disappointing Vegeta and everyone around him. He was worried about his future at this point, worried about the treatments he was going to be put under and whether he was going to be the same person he was before or someone completely different. He didn’t know if he was different before he killed June and Aito and definitely couldn’t work out what might happen if he ever forgot who he was again. It really did sting a lot and made him regret a lot of the things he’d done, but that was all it was going to be now: regret.

Without the confidence that everything would go right he didn’t even know how he was supposed to fit. He didn’t see how it would be comfortable for him firstly, but as he was tugged along there was little he could do to protest. Groaning as he ducked down slightly he slowly looked around the shuttle, waiting for Yumi to fix it up and give him a spot to sit. Staring at the spot he frowned slightly, glancing to Yumi before slowly moving to the cleared spot himself but soon went straight to sitting down. Grumbling to himself as he moved slowly around to get comfortable he soon sighed, his tail hitting off the floor irritably. “I feel like cargo…” he mumbled, letting out a grunt, “Cargo should be in the cargo bay! I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me, what I am looking towards when we get back to the ship…”

T’charrl needed to get to the ship before he could change back just incase it wasn’t enough, especially when Takeshi was low in the first place. He didn’t want to take that energy when his friend was already low on it. If anything was to actually happen then he would probably feel rather upset by it since he could’ve easily rejected the energy. Staring at Takeshi as he walked he frowned at his shaky legs. “You still shouldn’t when you’re already weak…” he spoke but sure enough Takeshi fell over, being caught by Haku in the process. Frowning as he looked between them he didn’t understand why Takeshi had the giggles either, feeling rather concerned that he broke him somehow.

Trying to remove his concern T’charrl thought it was probably best to do what he did before and change back. He just had to remember who he was, shouldn’t be too hard. Letting out a sigh to try and calm himself he focused his energy, trying to use what Takeshi had given him as well. Feeling the energy build up inside him he focused it on the form he used to have, trying to keep calm. His form gradually started to glow as he found his form, his body slowly decreasing in size and his energy depleting under the stress of the change. Finally finding his form the glow from his body gradually faded away, his knees shaking but thankfully Shu was there for him, grabbing hold of his waist to keep him up. Smiling down at Shu the pair moved to the ramp into the shuttle, but things were certainly looking a lot more cramped than usual.

Kiton didn’t know if he deserved this, but no matter what this guy really wanted to help him. Maybe it was because he was small, but that would hardly be fair for larger aliens that they came across who was injured and probably did something awful. Staring up at the doctor he soon slowly turned his attention to what he was staring at before gasping, seeing that large creature in the ship already. He felt rather nervous now, especially when the man was practically suggesting he might kill off the creature if he can’t help him. Frowning, Kiton slowly looked back up at the man, finding it hard to believe in someone who believed in killing because he couldn’t find an answer to some problem. “And if you think I am worth saving? If you knew how much you could get for me, maybe you’d rather sell me. And if you can’t help me…you’re just going to kill me?”

Finding it rather hard to understand this guy’s logic he just wanted to find somewhere to rest again, his body not feeling all that great even after the tiny bit of healing. Generalising his people was fairly easy for everyone to do when there was so few of them left and most of them being troublemakers like him. It was a hard life to get out of and you had to be tough to survive so his kind strived to be powerful and untouchable, going to vicious lengths to get there. Weakly moving into the shuttle he felt rather uncomfortable being around so many people already, looking to them before gasping when Aito clasped his back. He really didn’t know how he was supposed to do any of that, especially when it meant taking advice from a guy who had only become a part of this group. He didn’t know what they were like and a lot of them already hated him so it was rather hard to think they would ever be friendly to someone like him. “Easy for you to say. After the treatment I received…I just…I don’t know. I don’t even know what they’ll do to me once you’ve had your look at me. I am to be…umm…’looked at’ in a different way by their leader. I don’t think I’ll be getting out of this intact. They’ll try to recruit me because I have power…to keep me out of trouble…”