Kiton could probably do without the hunting part, but he was probably going to be fine with leaving them to the hunting part. He wasn’t fit for all that and didn’t know how either, especially when even trying to blast them with energy would probably end with the prey being blown up or overcooked. He had a lot of Ki still going strong in him and using it was no problem, but he wasn’t going to risk ruining perfectly good food or wasting time trying when he could just get these people to do it. Staring at Takeshi he frowned when he just gave a strange excuse for his own stealing, sighing lightly. “I don’t know these people. I don’t know if they’re good, I don’t know if their food is good either. Whatever, if hunting isn’t going to take up too much time then I don’t care about them. So long as you do the hunting, I’ll happily sit back and watch”. He didn’t know what they’d find but hopefully it was edible and not some gross slimy creature they had taken a liking to. “What do you two hunt, anyway? Just so I know what I’m getting myself into…”

Viral didn’t know if he would ever change his mind over Vegeta and forgive what had happened, seeing how the entire thing made him feel like trash for the longest time. He wasn’t able to have a normal existence or understand what that was, he didn’t even know what he was supposed to be for the longest time or why he was even made all because Vegeta was less than willing to give him a purpose and instead would try to pass him onto others to take him off his hands. Feeling fed up with all of this he did hope that Vegeta wouldn’t bother coming, seeing how it wasn’t a big deal when it was just him who was bothered by it. Glancing to Aito slightly he narrowed his gaze before looking away, still not believing what he was being told. “I was young and didn’t know better. You were conditioning me to make me believe I was not made with a purpose in mind”, he spoke before he sighed, looking to Aito, “Did you ever tell me? That I wasn’t meant for this innocent life and would be trained to kill? I don’t have a problem with killing, was that something you programmed into me? The RRA would had found out you were raising me like a child. They were never people who funded a project out of good will…”

T’charrl tilted his head. “Suck? Uhh, a bad thing? I think she looks pretty, I mean…not like your ears are weird or anything, just, umm…they’re better than them…” He did quite like her fluffy ears compared to their normal ears, but he wouldn’t say something like that to her for fear he may upset her or have people think he was in love with her or something. It was rather awkward thinking about it, especially when he was a male and of a different species. Trying to shake off that awkward thought he instead looked to himself and what his future was going to bring him. If power brought control then he would be happy with who he was, but first things first was he would need to ask in his sleep how to merge with the spirit so it could be free to be conscious while he was, so they could be one in the same yet still two minds and souls. Their power would probably be difficult to control at first, but it wasn’t as if his power was already hard to control. “They just didn’t seem happy with me when I was big. I don’t think they liked it when I was tall either”, he frowned, looking down at himself, “I can probably find those stages of metamorphosis again and prove they had more than just made me look funny. I need to figure out my strengths and weaknesses for each, why I changed into them in the first place. They’re supposed to hold some sort of advantage through something like…like evolution, I guess? My mutant form though, that just mutates and strengthens as I grow stronger. Nobody can accept that part of me and that kind of hurts, like I'm something they should fear. I’m not sure how that would work out in the end”.