Krom was having a hard time believing Aito when he was not giving him the friendliest of words regarding his side and not really saying much about the rebels other than they are partly wrong, especially when he was being made out to be a common criminal. “Hmph, ‘kill Yamate’? Like you could do something like that…” he grunted, shaking his head, “You act as if it’s easy to know who is in the ‘right’ in all this, but I stand by the fact I am not the bad guy here! I follow orders, I don’t get killed; that’s it. That’s the life of a Saiyan warrior in today’s world”. This guy probably had the luxury of being a citizen on Earth for so long without knowing or caring what life was like elsewhere, not knowing the life of a soldier. Saying he was to blame was like saying he was purposely born into this role and that frustrated him. “Oh yeah sure, I’m sure many people would be super happy to be turned into hybrids so we can have an advantage against the monsters! We can’t rely on one Beastman to take down an organisation of those things…”

Krom was starting to wonder how long this was going to take now. They had been at this nonsense for some time now and all Aito was trying to do was make him feel bad for what he did. Sighing lightly, Krom tried to calm down just so he didn’t just want to leave and go back to whatever cell they were going to give him. He had no doubt there was probably a lot of rebels ready and waiting for him just incase he tried anything and yet that was proving to be a better thought than having to talk about all this irrelevant information. “Yeah well, he didn’t even know where it came from when he first used it so don’t lecture me about its use”. All of this talk was something that was probably better to be discussed with Yamate. None of this was his project and all he could do was watch and make sure the orders went through without consequences. “What do you think I’m here for? I came here to talk to Korian about all this! Those kids need proper training against those creatures and I was going to give it to them. Their performance against Yamate was laughable at best: Takeshi could barely lay a finger on me, the only one who could got blasted by Shu, Yamate had four on him and they all got blasted away while Shu turned on his brother with just a toss! Unfortunately, I’ve got to wait for Korian for all that, where ever he is…”

Shu was still scared even with the nurse present, not having been alone like this in a long time since his capture. He was scared for the others and worried that they might be badly injured because of him, knowing he changed and went on a rampage. Takeshi not being here made him worry that he really did hurt him as bad as he imagined, but the nurse was reassuring everyone was going to be okay. Staring up at the nurse as he squeaked quietly to himself he slowly moved to the bed with her, slowly sitting down on it with her guidance. “T-They’re…okay…? I-I thought…that…” Tugging at the bed’s covers a little he squeaked when the nurse held some sort of machine up at him, freezing up before relaxing. Not having a great understanding with what was happening he rubbed his feet together, staring down at himself before slowly pressing his fingers against his stomach. “I-I-…I don’t know. I don’t know what I want…” he squeaked, slowly shaking his head, “Feel all hurting…a-and not sure what-…where’s brother? I want to see Takeshi!”

“I’m supposed to be strong, but being the first to be taken must had cast doubt. To be taken when everyone else managed to beat them must had made me look so weak…the only logical explanation is to come to the conclusion that I betrayed everyone. Unless…they already saw me as weak…like I am now”, Viral spoke before letting out a groan, holding his head, “I can’t…shake it off…” The constant negativity and doubt continued to creep in, telling him he was wrong to think they thought he was innocent. He tried hard to overcome it but it continued to take over his thoughts, making him feel terrible every single time. It was agony at best and even if this kind of thought pattern was tame he still found it hard to fight. Running a hand through his hair he made a glance at Vegeta before looking away again, raising his shoulders. This praise was not making it through very well when he was constantly being told by himself that it was all false, but he didn’t know how to stop it. All of these thoughts and voices were what drove him mad the first time and he still had trouble keeping them at bay. “…You said this only ‘further cemented your desire’; you had doubts about helping me before? The desire wasn’t solid enough before? How do you even start to help this? I can’t even think clearly without being drive to madness from all these thoughts…my head doesn’t want to accept anything you’re saying. I’m not strong enough for any of this…’praise’…”