Kiton was starting to have fun with this, seeing how neither of them was trying to kill the other. He could work with this and feel comfortable with not having to try and inflict mortal damage on his opponent. Playing around with Takeshi he took the punch and immediately went ahead and tripped him up, having a pretty good time with all of this already. Getting all excited over the thrill of battle he didn’t take his eyes off Takeshi, watching as he instead used the momentum to project his way back up again with a set of feet flying straight for him. A move like that may had worked for someone who was his size but being so small he continued through with the movement of his own previous attack, managing to get down underneath Takeshi by keeping low to the ground. This was going well, Takeshi was completely overestimating his height and overshooting it greatly, allowing him to get under again and throw his own feet up to bump Takeshi away with a kick of his own.

Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to believe, whether he was going through some sort of madness with these projections or if he actually did have memories of these things. He didn’t know, he also didn’t know if Aito was simply playing with him and getting him to believe all of this stuff when it was in fact pointless and just encouraging madness with this stress. Listening to Aito he couldn’t help but feel disbelief, finding the excitement too annoying for his comfort. “This whole ordeal is stressing me out beyond what I was feeling before! How is this supposed to be a good thing??” he spoke up before letting out a groan, slowly lying back to relax again, “Are you sure you’re not just inducing fake memories and making me believe they’re real? I could be hallucinating for all I know…” Feeling pretty drained already he frowned when Aito approached him, taking the cloth and holding it against his head. Listening to Aito he sighed and looked away, frowning. “You make it sound as if I’ve not been trying. I will continue fighting this, even without you…but…I don’t see how this will help. All that would only mask the terrible memories and give me a headache…”

T’charrl knew he probably should believe that the others were happy to help, but he really didn’t know if it was the same regarding him. He was not like the others so his problems were probably very alien to them all and something they’d probably not want to go near if they could help it. He didn’t mind it too much, he was used to it at home when he had kept his powers secret for so long. “I don’t know…I mean, I don’t think they can help anyway. I couldn’t find someone on my own planet who knew anything so tough chance I’ll find someone who will know much on the ship”. Chances were they wouldn’t know and just send him on his way so there was no point in that. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like a downer and all that, but I just don’t see it as something anyone would know about”. Discouragement over talking about a condition was one thing, but having discouragement over the idea of getting some way of retrieving nectar was just limiting himself, but his problem was he didn’t see it as possible to keep those plants alive without having to use his powers. “It’s just a matter of keeping them and having them produce nectar all the time. My home planet has trees that produce enough for my people to have it as a common drink, but here it’s merely tasters and helping a little bit. I don’t know how much longer I can rely on my willpower and nectar to keep everything under control too. I shouldn’t be talking about this stuff, especially when it makes everyone uncomfortable. When has something been said about my powers that’s positive, anyway?”