Krom was wholly convinced this guy was more concerned with getting as much information out for himself rather than listen to what he wanted to propose. He wasn’t comfortable in this position and would rather see someone he knew, not some random man he had never met nor seen before. He wasn’t going to attack or anything, he was supposed to be making a good impression despite his past and who he is. He would rather sit in a cell and wait for Korian to come back than to drop information down to someone he never met before. Staring at Aito, he sighed and shook his head. “You would think people would be, but stubborn hatred and aggression sure has ways to prevent a healthier relationship against a common enemy. A violence response is met with violence in return”.

Krom didn’t understand how this man could’ve met Yamate, seeing how young he was. This was just all so strange to him and made him feel a little uneasy, as if this man had just decided he was in charge over things he apparently heard. Frowning, he narrowed his gaze when Aito tried to explain how he met Yamate, talking about over twenty years ago. He was barely ten when all that was happening, but he decided to hear the guy out anyway. It was strange having to listen to all that and be told what he already knew, but he wasn’t going to freak out and get all annoyed that Yamate didn’t tell him, especially when it was so many years ago that he had told this guy. “Heh, Saiyan-Human children…I guess you don’t know about the youngest, either”.

At Aito’s dismissal over his own questions he sat back, not looking too happy to be treated like a second class citizen when it came to equal knowledge; it wasn’t as if he didn’t know about all of this already, he wasn’t just some random soldier after all. Raising an eyebrow at the question over Viral he turned curious, wondering who exactly this man was and how he got all this information. It was certainly a lot he had picked up which made him a bit nervous to give out this information. “You’ve certainly done your research, huh?” he frowned, sitting up, “It’s not so much being short of soldiers as it is having no method to exterminate the creatures completely. We cut them up, we shoot them, they regenerate on their world, they come back. The difference between normal soldiers and the Beastman is the energy he puts into killing them, cutting them up and shooting them with those sunbeams of his. They don’t come back. Isn’t that great? Shame we only had one Beastman, so experimenting and trying to insert the gene that produces that energy into other beings or cloning them from scratch seemed best. Of course, the Beastman had to go through a lot of experiments to see how durable he was and what he was made of before we started creating hybrids…not unless we wanted them dying quickly or having shortened lifespans. Gotta have ‘some’ ethnics, after all”.

Viral didn’t know why Takeshi decided he should visit when he barely had a care about him in the first place, seeing how he was constantly concerned with him being well enough to fight again. Maybe that’s why he had come around, just to see if he was getting better and how long it might take for him to recover. Nobody else really talked to him about that sort of stuff, everyone else was happy enough to ignore him. As expected, Takeshi was asking just that. “Hmph, oh yeah sure. If ‘feeling better’ comes with having constant flashbacks and headaches, then sure…” Viral wasn’t even going to talk about his genes at this point, especially when he wasn’t too keen on using the injector. He was trying to keep away from that thing unless he really needed it and so far there was no real reactions happening.

Folding his arms he stared at Takeshi as he spoke about the battle, how badly it went and the outcome. Of course T’charrl and Shu would change, that guy was practically a mutant and the kid had serious angry monkey issues that everyone enjoyed denying, but Krom deciding to come along was still a bit of a surprise. He assumed it was on the King’s orders that he would rather than him defecting or being kicked out. Staring at Takeshi he watched how he moved curiously before frowning at his question he seemed so anxious to ask, turning away as he decided to press on the subject. Growling lowly he folded his arms tight, not really wanting to discuss it but if he didn’t say something Takeshi would continue to press him for information until distrust built up which would never go away. “…I surrendered myself to them, I went in the capsule myself without resistance…so what? It wasn’t my fault you decided to follow me! What does it matter to you?? There was nothing for me left on that planet! Just fight, win and go back to living a meaningless life? Why does it matter??”