Kiton did wonder how much he should fight against Takeshi and whether he should go all out on him as well, his first thought being he should really be careful and not underestimate him; however, so far he seemed to be all talk and not putting much thought into what he was doing at all. He was probably just warming up or testing out his abilities or something, but he still couldn’t help but wonder if this guy really was just cocky and overestimating his own strength. Flipping himself around to get back on his feet properly he shifted his body and started hovering on the spot, staring at Takeshi questionably before having to defend himself once more as Takeshi came in with full force. Holding up his arms and legs to block he pushed away the attacks, moving backwards. He was putting up a fairly decent wall and catching all of his attacks, watching him carefully as he tried to see if he could find an opening through this flurry.

Viral didn’t like Aito’s logic but it seemed pretty true, even if he wanted to deny its existence. He just didn’t have an easy time believing he was something innocent compared to what he was now. He was made to be a killer and yet Aito continued to tell him how nice everything was and how good a time they had before all of this death happened. It stressed him out a lot, the whole thought of finding out who you were before and how different everything was made him wonder if he was who he thought he was. Aito couldn’t possibly understand how that felt, although he knew he would be determined to try and make more of these memories pop out and cause harm to his mental state. “How would forcing these memories out help me when I feel like I’m losing my mind? What if I change who I am completely…and what if I forget who I was before? All of these memories…just because they’re good doesn’t mean I want to be forever altered because of them…”

T’charrl gave a little smile before sighing, staring down at the flowers. They wouldn’t know a thing, they didn’t even know his species existed not to mention the other wasn’t even alive when he was on his planet, just looking through a portal. The man had barely looked at him and would probably just call him a bug too without knowing what he really was. He was feeling rather confused over what he should do, even contacting his home seemed like a longshot for solutions. “I’m not really sure myself, only that I am different from my own people too. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining a lot…even if it’s one of the first times of my life that I’ve been able to talk to others about what I am”. T’charrl felt he should probably try and drop the subject before he got too anxious and did end up having a reaction, even if his condition was bothering him in the first place and making things worse for him anyway. Nobody was going to know what to do about it and he would just have to wait it out, even if it meant growing in power that he may not have control of later on. “I…guess we could ask, but they’ll probably mention how I can use it to attack others or something. They thought it was weird that I could see and talk to the dead and that I could make plants grow with it. What do you have to say about it that’s good?”