Takeshi had Kiton cornered finally, no way was he going to let this chance pass him up. Grinning smugly at his plan working he lunged ahead, driving the Frost Demon into the tree and cutting off all avenues of escape. With his arms tight around his opponent he looked up, meeting headbutt for headbutt, flinching slightly but remaining standing from the blow. "Heh... Got you!" he taunted, staring right back at Kiton. Seeing the tail moving out of the corner of his eye he released the other fighter, reaching up and quickly grabbing hold of the other limb with both hands. So long as he had a hold on the guy he was okay, it didn't matter what part of him that might be. Smiling smugly he tried to take into the air with the tail in hand, hoping to get spinning and toss Kiton around a little. Of course, if that didn't work then he could just hold onto the tail itself and take swings at Kiton, though that left him pretty wide open for attack too. 

"My word is only advice, Viral. Do I know what's best for you? I might, but I can't ever be one hundred percent certain because the only person who knows that answer is you," Aito explained patiently, "No two cases are the same, just as no two people are the same. I approach everyone in the same way to start, but things inevitably change as we get going. So I suppose yes, heed my word for now, but if down the road you think of something else and want to try a different approach then don't hesitate to speak up." He'd already done so, partially at least, in deciding to address his mental difficulties over his physical ones. He wouldn't force treatment onto Viral, regardless of whether he thought the treatment was ideal or not. If he began making Viral jump through proverbial hoops then he was no better than the Saiyan doctors; where Viral had to handle stress and depression, it was best that they find his way to cope, or whatever method he most preferred, that was only natural. "If you want to try my way however, tell me when you're ready and we can attempt another memory. And never say anything that happens is your fault, you're a victim of other people's machinations here, not of your own. The only fault you could possibly have is giving up, but you haven't done that yet, have you?"

Haku was scarcely the person to be having this sort of conversation with, he couldn't even pretend to have an answer. Still though, if he wanted to get anywhere in this group and make a friend then he had to try, that much was clear. It wasn't that he didn't feel bad for T'charrl either, he just didn't know where to begin to try reassuring him. "It was different than you normally are, right? Maybe they were more surprised than anything else," the suggested, not sounding all too certain himself, "They're afraid of Shu when he changes too, right? But when he's fine they all like him, and same probably goes to you. Maybe... They just need to get used to both of you when you're like that?" The rampaging part, at least on Shu's behalf, likely had a part in it as well. From what he'd heard in passing there wasn't really anything that could control the young Prince, save perhaps his older brother. Was that why they were incessantly attached to one another? As a safety thing? He couldn't offer much say on the powers again, only knowing a little from conversations he'd sat through. Smiling apologetically when T'charrl dismissed his idea he looked away for a second, rubbing his neck before glancing back. "You can do other things though, right? And... It's not like anyone else here really does anything other than fight, so the fact you've got more already makes you special. Do... You think people here don't like you? Do you honestly think that? I'm no expert, but it seems like they really think of you as their friend, they just don't know how to help, same as me. I'm jealous honestly, there's a lot of people here who care about you."