Krom was not really in a good mood anymore and even if he was the one who was getting all angry about everything, he wasn’t the one who was calling Aito a coward. He could easily call this man a coward for not confronting him like you should confront someone like him, using words that were only serving to anger him because Aito knew he was cornered and any wrong move would send him out for execution. Narrowing his gaze at Aito he soon huffed, shifting himself on his seat. “I do my job right and that’s all that should matter. It shouldn’t matter that it’s not the side you prefer, what matters is the Saiyans are alive and not facing extinction once again”.

“They are old enough to be fighting wars and destroying their enemies by now. The King has high hopes that they can become great warriors if they really try, but lately they’ve been more concerned with hanging around and being lazy. They’ll show their greatness if they decide to train with me”. He didn’t see what the big deal was, it was just a harder exam than what other Saiyan warriors got when they were training to be warriors. It’s not like they were going out to destroy innocent people. Those aliens on the other planet had done great wrongs so it wasn’t the same. “Hmm, I’m not the villain…only to them I’m the villain”, he spoke, leaning back, “I heard the Beastman was treated the same way too, he was even tortured and nearly killed by Korian. And for what? Killing the King’s own soldiers? But you’re right; not everyone in the war has a choice. Being born into the war gives you very little choice”.

Shu felt rather sad and lonely, rather hoping he could see Takeshi after all of this trauma. He had done terrible things he couldn’t control and didn’t know how to fix it without Takeshi around to help him through it. He couldn’t tell the nurse why he was feeling all anxious, she wouldn’t know what he was talking about and if she ended up knowing she may end up getting scared of what he was talking about. Looking back to her when she tried to explain the situation he sighed lightly, slowly shifting back on his bed. “Maybe…Takeshi will come back…yeah…” Feeling a little depressed over that thought he stared at the woman when she offered him some painkillers, feeling a little curious about it and yet not particularly desiring them either. “I…umm…I don’t want to say what it is…”

Feeling confused and a little depressed he gasped when he heard the door open up, looking to it quickly only to see Yumi there. She looked pretty bandaged up with his immediate thought being if he hurt her. Squeaking lightly, he stared at her for a moment before looking between her and the nurse, wondering what Yumi was wanting to see him for. He felt a little scared as if he was in trouble, even if she wouldn’t shout at him for doing something bad. Lowering his head when the nurse agreed he slowly rubbed his hands together, feeling how weak he was by how little pressure he could apply in his anxiety. When she gave him a hug he leaned into her, feeling a great desire for comfort when he felt terribly alone right now. “I-I don’t know if I’m okay…Miss is being very nice to me”, he spoke, lowering his head, “I feel too bad to eat. I-I just-…I just want-…I did really bad. I’m scared. I did really bad…”

Viral stared blankly at Vegeta, feeling rather uninspired by his memory even though he probably shouldn’t be. If only he could remember such things and as it stood he couldn’t remember much at all, even what Aito had been trying to restore to him. “I was never good at listening to stories…or reading them. If you remember the stories then that’s fine, you take that job and keep those in mind”. Unlike Vegeta he didn’t really see him being celebrated as a hero for doing what he did, probably because he had failed miserably in helping them and probably made things worse. Maybe if the others didn’t end up getting hurt and dragged into this war he would feel better, but after everything and hiding it for so long he couldn’t help but wonder how much mistrust he had built up with the others. They might wonder why he waited so long before revealing the truth, as if he didn’t trust them to not hate him. What a stupid trail of thought he was going through right now, but he was struggling to get past that. Rubbing his head thoughtfully he turned to look at Vegeta, finding it awfully hard to take in what he was suggesting. “You want me to…do manual labour? And you’re sure about that, especially with all that noise and tools”, he spoke, looking away, “You seem fairly alright with giving me a way to be useful for a change to society, even if it means using me and what little strength I have left…”