Aito took no pleasure in interrogations, but given the potential threat that Krom posed he was the only one who should do it. There was still no knowing what terms exactly the man was here on, and what dangers he may pose for the rest of this planet. If there was any indication that this might be a ploy then he'd kill the Elite here and now, or at the very least try to. Before things escalated to that degree, if they ever did, he needed to ask a few pressing questions. "If that had been his initial approach then I would imagine that people would be more willing to cooperate, particularly with the arrival of more and more of these beasts," the doctor responded, "I don't think that things would be quite so dire right now if the Saiyan military had been forthcoming, rather than making it look like a universal invasion." Of course this was too little too late, it had begun back when he'd first met the King, so anything he might say on it now was defunct. 

"I'm merely a third party here. As I said, I'm neither working for the rebels nor am I trying to help the Saiyans, I'm simply looking out for the well-being of those children. As for how I'm familiar with this it's because I know Yamate. Or rather, I knew him I should say," Aito explained, frowning as he got up from his chair and placed his hands flat on the table, "I met your King almost 20 years ago on Earth, when he was attempting to create a new generation of Saiyan-Human children. Naturally I took exception to a powerful, potentially dangerous man on my planet and so I confronted him on the matter. His explanation for being there was innocent enough, but my curiosity prompted me to question him further. I don't know why it is he shared everything with me that day, but he told me all about what we're potentially facing; rifts opening up, more and more of those beasts appearing, and a threat alike to Frieza if not worse which may plague our universe. I know full well what's going on behind the scenes, as I said it's the methodology for approaching the problem I dislike."

"At any rate... I'm here to ask you questions, not the other way around. I've shared how I know about this, and for the time being that's all the information you need on me. There's quite a few other things we must get out of the way before we finish today. First and foremost... Your attempts at cloning Beastmen." Aito had heard of this through Vegeta, and the notion of mass-producing someone like Viral was both intimidating and unheard of. The exact science of creating life like that was incredibly advanced and took several of Earth's best minds to perfect, so he was highly doubtful they could replicate such a thing; more likely than not they would have hybrids, ala what Yumi was now. "I can understand your perhaps doing that for more troops, that makes sense. Yet with all the planets you've captured I can't imagine you've a shortage of fodder, which begs the question... Why the project?"

Takeshi didn't know how he was going to handle seeing Viral, if he'd break down or be able to play it cool. Had the Beastman heard about everything already? It was possible, which made the Prince ashamed to think that the man he sought to surpass would know of his failure. Upon entering the atrium he was surprised to find his friend all alone, trying to strike up some awkward conversation as a greeting. No big surprise that failed horribly, and Viral was pretty quick to call him out on why he was here. Frowning as he was scrutinized he rubbed at his injured shoulder uncomfortably, swallowing as he looked away at some of the plants for a moment. "Oh you know... Just uh... Coming by to see how things are going with you," he said, not really lying as he'd been wondering what the guy's condition was. "Feeling any better? I mean... I know it's been a short time, but they seem to be doing a lot here, you know?" Jeez, the guy was looking at him like everything he was saying was bull, he just couldn't dance around the topic could he?

"So I guess you heard about what went on out there... How we lost," Takeshi began, sighing as he looked down at the floor dejectedly, rubbing the toe of his boot on the tiles, "We all got away, but things got bad. Most everyone is all laid up in the hospital somewhere, T'charrl and Shu... They both changed, and my father ended up leaving Krom behind for some reason. I... Don't know how it went so wrong." Letting out a somber sigh he ran his hand through his hair, really not knowing how to bring up what the Elite had said about Viral without blurting it outright. Glancing at his friend once more he shifted his weight about, giving another nervous swallow before idly picking at his shirt. "Hey... Uh... When you were taken away by Krom before, to uh... Well, you know... Did you go willingly?" he asked, feeling terribly uncomfortable discussing this, "It's just, well... The guy said you kind of went along with it, but that doesn't sound right, you know? I mean... Why would you want that?"