Of course Viral was going to get better! He had to... Right? Whether it was some kind of cosmic nonsense that Takeshi was buying into he figured that the guy was due getting healthy again, and Aito was just the person to help him do it. It would be awesome to have a healthy Viral again, especially since that meant they could get to fighting like before, not to mention his sword training might resume. There was a lot more to it than that too, everyone was going to be happier if Viral was healthier and there would be way less to worry about. Though Takeshi and Shu probably didn't worry about it it was probably a safe bet others were concerned that their friend might go nuts again and attack someone; supposedly he'd already gone for Yumi, yet she didn't seem like she'd been attacked at all. So it wasn't just Viral who would benefit from his getting better but everyone, and [i]that[/i] was why he needed to recover now.

"It is nice, yeah, which is why we're going back!" Takeshi said with a grin, reaching down and snatching his brother up to his feet, "If we don't know them then we either keep not knowing them or make friends, seems pretty simple to me. Knowing you buddy you'll try making friends, even with the fricken trees if we let you." While the older boy didn't mind more friends he wasn't exactly going to run around trying to make them, he'd just befriend whoever came their way. Or not, he wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with the likes of Ricken or even Sasha, even if the latter was easier to get along with. Everyone on this ship with the exception of Kiton was a friend far as he was concerned, and even the Frost Demon may find himself in that circle if he played his cards right. "How's about we go play a bit Shu? Anyone else want to come?"

Haku wasn't too confident about his ability to make friends, he was still trying with the people already here. Kiton might be a friend by now but then he was the only person who he hadn't wronged, everyone else had reason to dislike him. Takeshi and T'charrl were alright with him, though he got the uncanny feeling they were doing that just for Shu's sake, someone who he knew disliked him. Even if he didn't feel completely welcome he was going to try and come along for this play of theirs, hoping if he kept it up and played nice maybe they'd include him more. Getting to his feet he smiled slightly, glancing over at T'charrl to see if he'd be joining them too.

"Play? Nah, I'm going to go train," Kabocha said, waving a hand dismissively as he too got to his feet, "We might be left out of fighting but I'll be damned if I fall behind you guys. So go ahead and clown around, I'll be making myself stronger." 

"It might have been, I don't know. I'm only 25, I don't know what generations before mine used for names," Vegeta responded with a shrug, "Nor do I really care. If you look at my name, lineage wise, it'd suggest I'm royalty or something like that, which isn't the case. Shu and Takeshi have that to their names and they can keep it, I want nothing to do with it." Too much responsibility to other people, he was a little more self-serving in most regards; Vegeta helped his friends with his problems, but unless the duty aligned itself with his own interests he didn't much care to spend time on it. Far as he was concerned his family had no claims to the throne or anything of the sorts anymore, he was content with simply being a half-Saiyan living on Earth.

"Your appearance, I would think. But if people are so short-sighted enough to only judge you based on looks then don't waste your time with them. You don't need everyone to like you or accept you, and realistically not everyone will. Take what you can get and forget the rest." A bit backwards considering he had been preaching changing Kiton's ways to make him more accepted, but Vegeta didn't think people like that were worth the energy. There were some like their group who were hesitant, and those should be the people who he tried to win over; people who were against Kiton from the outset had no right or need to be taken into consideration. "Takeshi is... Weird. I wouldn't say he's a typical soldier because he isn't, but he shows signs of it sometimes too. I wonder what his life was like before us..." Vegeta mused, shrugging it off before glancing at the Frost Demon. "We take in people who we help, or who request to join. The crew are all people we saved from the Saiyans and they offered to work for us instead, and I suppose you're just someone who we helped. As I and others have said though, what you ultimately decide to do is your choice. If you don't want to be with us then that's fine, we'll find somewhere to set you and that'll be that."

Viral likely wasn't up for conversation right now, not with him, but they had to give it a shot. Aito needed some form of basis to begin his work from and he could only do so much with what others told him. Notes were helpful, yet they hardly compared to having first-hand experience with someone. And much as Aito might claim that he knew Viral the fact was that now he really didn't; it had been almost two decades since he'd last seen this man, and chances were quite a lot was different now. Any simple conversation wouldn't give him the insight he'd need, but the Beastman had to be comfortable to just talk before he could even attempt extracting what he might need.

"I do need to hear from you though, or rather I want to. I can't make any progress without your input, that's how this sort of business works. I understand you may not want to recount some of the more unpleasant things but whatever you can share will ultimately make your recovery all the quicker." You could only gain so much from being in Otherworld, and the few glimpses he'd had of his son and Viral over the years were hardly sufficient. Besides, hearing things from the Beastman himself would give a completely different perspective than what Vegeta or Yumi could offer, and ultimately, he hoped, a far more vivid picture of what the situation was. "I figured that I had lived my life, and you were living yours. I simply had no right to pry or watch over you, so I didn't. There's no nefarious undertone or lack of care to it, Viral, I simply respected your privacy, all of you," Aito explained casually.

"And all of that... It's a lot, and I really can't offer any sort of apology or condolence that will make it all just wash away. If you wouldn't mind though I would like a little more information on some of that, particularly being sold and enslaved in particular. Again I know talking about it won't be easy, but it may be pertinent to your treatment that I know these things. But a hallway is hardly a proper place for a conversation like that now is it? Let's go get comfortable," Aito said, smiling as he fell in line with Viral. Taking a brief pause he looked over at the Beastman, his lips pulling down slightly into a frown as he let out a sigh. "Listen... I can tell you're having problems being near me, and I don't hold it against you. But you have to tell me right now exactly what it is that's bothering you. I want to help Viral, but if I can't even be in your general proximity then it'll never work. What is it that you feel when I'm near?"