"Now you're probably right, I don't know if I could kill the man. Before however? No doubt in my mind, the only question is whether it would have killed me in the process," Aito said bluntly, giving a shrug before rubbing at his head, "So you're a coward, in other words? Complacent in your actions despite knowing they're wrong to save your own life? You could have defected, try spreading the truth about what was going on, but instead you chose the easy route and remained at your post." He wasn't here to befriend this man, even if he was fully aware of the reasons behind his actions; there was this nagging feeling that Krom might know a bit more than he was giving, and the doctor was hoping to agitate him into letting that slip. If this Elite was Yamate's right-hand man then surely he knew far more than he'd shared, he had to.

The only thing that Aito had scheduled for today was working with Viral, and he'd only just left there to come here. Vegeta could handle his sibling for the time being, as right now the doctor was more determined to get everything they may need from Krom. "How strange... A bunch of children struggled against seasoned warriors with at least their lifetime of experience under their belts. Who would have thought?" he asked in a biting remark, frowning as he looked down at Krom, "I don't know where Korian is, though I would assume that he'll be called and arrive shortly now. Given that this room has audio recording," Aito mumbled, glancing around casually before shrugging his shoulders, "Our entire conversation has more likely than not all been overheard. So chances are they'll simply play him this, given they have anything, rather than Korian speak to you directly." There was no concern over what the rebels may think of his critique, he was simply put outside of their influence and was hardly going to censor himself for their sake. 

"All of your friends are fine, Shu. They were beaten up when they came in, but everyone's resting now and expected to make a full recovery. Please try not to worry." She'd been told this young one might be a bit nervous, but he looked borderline panic attack right now. Poor thing, just what had they gone through out there? Now that she was here to tend to him it wasn't so much about the rest as it was him. Whatever he wanted, be it food or something to entertain himself, she'd dutifully bring him it. Shame then that he didn't know what he wanted, that complicated things just a touch. "Your brother...? Oh dear... I'm sorry, but he left the hospital earlier. We're trying to find where he went right now, but he's okay too if you're worried. I'll have someone bring him right down here once we find him though." He'd left in a bit of a fit as she'd heard, even threatening the nurse watching him before just up and going. "You hurt everywhere...? We have medicine to numb the pain, if you'd like it. Or just tell me what hurts the most and I can try and help you sweetie."

"As I recall we only defeated the lesser two fighters, Krom managed to avoid defeat however by taking you hostage. All I remember is my friend being used as a shield by some cowardly Saiyan to get away, and then Takeshi and Shu attempting to save him. Now that I know the truth of it too, that you went along to try and spare us, I can't help but think highly of the man who risked everything even when he was down and out to try saving those around him." Words like these were likely falling on deaf ears, but it was still worth saying them if even just the idea of it got through to Viral. Watching as the Beastman seemed to fuss over being praised, Vegeta frowned when he seemed to misconstrue what was being said to him. "I had no doubts, you're reading into it wrong. I wanted to help you before, but with this revelation that desire's increased many fold. I've been working nonstop since we arrived to help you, I don't think my commitment can be any more solid than that now can it? As for helping that... After talking with father, we think the best thing to do is find something to draw your attention away from that. Something to keep you busy and keep your mind off of it, suppress it even. We can't make the memories go away, but we sure can drown them out."