Kiton was certainly finding himself more confused over these two than anything and whether they really were brothers. The short one didn’t really look too much like him other than probably a similar face, not to mention he had all that hair on him. It was a little strange to see an apparent Saiyan with so much hair, especially one so young and short with a tail too long. It was rather strange to see a Saiyan like him and if that’s what he was then whatever, he’d rather not be under his foot if he ever transformed. The older brother was missing a tail but was quite happy to call himself a Saiyan too so it must’ve been true. He had seen tailless Saiyans before but they weren’t very common, typically ones that had them chopped off in an assault. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to believe from these guys really, but he did try to trust their word so they might trust his. “Excuse you, I nearly died trying to fight those things off! Don’t you think I didn’t try all I could to save me and my ship?”

If Takeshi didn’t want him to give some trust to him then that was the way to go, the whole mocking theme not playing very well. He was rather annoyed but he was going to go with it, watching as he went to the screen and decided to start doodling some strange looking drawings. Trying to understand what he was seeing he decided to try and listen to his explanations, narrowing his gaze before looking to Takeshi again. “So shells need to be blasted and the other you hit really hard with something sharp. Okay…” he spoke slowly, looking to Takeshi, “I got it, but it’s easier said than done. I was trying to fight them back for probably days. Why doesn’t everyone know about this already…? Wouldn’t it be better to tell everyone there’s monsters like that?”

Viral didn’t care about what she had to say, he knew he was right for being angry at himself when it was his mind that was the problem. Vegeta didn’t forget anything or do anything wrong, he had no one to blame other than Viral himself for ruining everything. He had lost everything for so long and she was trying to tell him he was wrong to think that way when he was clearly to blame himself for feeling this way. “And if I didn’t do what I did…all that I did didn’t-…why am I bothering with this when I know what you’re going to say…” he spoke, slowly falling into a mumble, “It is always the same thing, it is always going to be the same words and the same excuse…”

When Aito finally declared them ready to get moving he let out a grunt at his appearance, backing off a little bit when she gave June a kiss. It definitely made him feel rather uncomfortable, but of course all of these public signs of affection made him want to quickly leave. This whole thing made him feel like he was going in for surgery and only managed to make him feel nervous. He didn’t want to feel nervous, he was supposed to be fearless and here he was worried over some treatment. He just didn’t know what the treatment was going to involve so he was obviously going to be rather nervous, but it didn’t mean he wanted to accept that emotion. “Set up? You never did go over this treatment and what it’s going to involve…”

T’charrl was feeling rather nervous and unsettled right now, even if it was only Haku who was listening to him. He didn’t want to talk about his problems near the others and was hesitating while everyone was close by. To talk about his powers was something he really hated to do, mostly because it involved him becoming a monster that everyone hated. It didn’t matter what they said, he knew how they felt and how disgusting he was for it to happen to him. Opening his mouth to speak at first he hesitated, his eyes going to the others and waiting for Takeshi and Shu to get busy doodling with the Frost Demon and for the others to get ready to move off the ship. Once they moved he sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t think the others should get involved and maybe not you either. It’s supposed to be my problem, plus I don’t think anybody would have a solution for it, anyway”. Everybody was going to be busy with their own things and his problems were alien to them, even to him. “I should really try and find ways to fix my own problems…become, uhh…by myself a person, my own person? A person who isn’t needing others to watch over all the time. Am I clear…?”