Viral couldn’t recall the last time he felt this confused and angry at the knowledge of his existence, feeling he should’ve been better prepared for it rather than stuck in a deep and dark depression. To know he didn’t have a better life before their deaths made him wonder if he had anything to look forward to from these people if they didn’t have much of a care for him before. He didn’t know who he was or what he was supposed to fulfil if everything he had tried to accomplish was all failures. Listening to him about his age contradicted a lot that he had been told before, but he was probably trying to make him feel better and give him a sense of mortality where all he could think of regarding dying was being killed off for going insane. “Volkov…? I don’t-…I don’t age because my regeneration rate is so high, I just…don’t have to worry about old age over something like this…”

He was rather stressed out and didn’t particularly want to be here anymore talking about this kind of stuff, especially when it was the reason for his stress was finding he was failing at every corner he tried to go to. His health was failing, his mind was going, he was unable to fight and unable to function properly. Who cared about the past when he was growing up, nobody else cared and they sure wouldn’t care now if only to dish out some fake sympathy. He knew what was going on when he was released, even if his mind was immature and he wasn’t exactly the adult he appeared to be. He saw Vegeta as his Master through programming when everyone in his family was gone and he was the only one left with the same genetic material. The rest of the Corporation didn’t see him as a family member and eventually influenced Vegeta into not thinking as such as he grew older and less dependent. He found it hard to find family himself and even when it was right in front of him he didn’t know how it felt when it was real. To be told he would’ve been a danger to June if he remained with her made him feel terrible, even if he didn’t know the woman with his terrible memory. “Dormant…locked away…I don’t know. You could had replaced them too without realising. I don’t know what they’d do to me…”

Viral didn’t particularly want to talk to him anymore. He wanted to go and leave for some other place and find comfort in being left alone for once. He didn’t know what would happen if he was left alone since there was always someone with him now, making him feel trapped. He didn’t know if he was going to lose his mind if he was left alone but he didn’t really care either, it was certainly better when he had nothing to think about. Growling lowly as Aito spoke he kept his eyes off him, not seeing how him getting captured made any sort of difference to whether the Earth was safe or not. He failed terribly, that was just it. Not taking in his praise he scratched at his arm, waiting for him to finish but was instead pulled down into a hug, his feet stumbling until he grabbed onto Aito’s arm for balance. Looking to him as he spoke he simply sighed, his eyes wandering in disbelief. “If you can make me healthy and prove this to me, but…words are just words…”

Feeling about ready to leave it was Yumi who was next to speak up after remaining fairly quiet for some time, looking to her as she spoke. He didn’t know what he was supposed to believe whether it was his own doubts that were correct or their words, his past experiences only playing to his doubts. He didn’t have a string of self-respect left as this illness destroyed his ability to retain any dignity and feel proud about his actions. To have such strength felt impossible for him to accomplish again, he just couldn’t believe he was able to compare with Aito. Looking to the floor he frowned but gasped slightly when Yumi stroked his hair, his eyes going to her as she spoke. He may had done that but he could only do it after help when it was already weakened. He may had killed the monster but he caused Vegeta to lose faith in his ability to help him, even after he tried to get him to believe in himself once more. “They’ll soon be able to protect themselves. I live to fight, but I’ve been failing so often. Am I not allowed to have doubt after so many failures?” he spoke before he sighed, Looking to his claws in a moment of contemplation he soon grunted, shifting his head to the side. “I’ll..try to believe you two. I am in too much pain to be concerned for myself anymore. I just…want to feel normal, to fight again. I don’t know what half of the stuff I can do is…what is Enki? Why do I know its name? I don’t know what are these things I can do are supposed to be…”