Shu pressed his fingers together in some hope that Yumi might know what was wrong with him, but apparently she had no idea. He didn’t know who might know what was wrong with him other than his father, but he didn’t want to try and contact him. Maybe his mother might know something, but he had no idea if she was alive or dead and even then he didn’t think he had a deep enough connection to care for that too. He wasn’t like his brother, he didn’t desire a mother because he didn’t grow up around other humans to feel that sense of family. To him, the one who raised him was someone looking out for him and teaching him how to survive in the jungle, they were never related to him since finding out what he really was. “I-I know…but how do I talk when you don’t know how to make it better?” he asked, lowering his head, “Nobody knows. I am a mystery…” Feeling a little down he wasn’t about to give up the chance to go and see the others and how they might be doing. He vaguely remembered accidentally blasting T’charrl, but he didn’t know the circumstances of that or how it happened when he knew things were often much worse in his dreams. Squeaking as he moved to take hold of Yumi he clasped on as tight as he could, his tail wrapping around her for extra support. “Ooh, maybe…maybe Friend T’charrl? Is he okay…? I think I hurt him badly! I was bad…”

Viral had doubts that this whole trip to the outdoors would be beneficial but he was willing to give it a try, seeing how Vegeta probably wouldn’t leave him alone until he tried. He didn’t like being around other people, especially civilians. He’d never been outdoors in an environment like that willingly and it was highly possible the stress of the trip might make him worse, but maybe he would have a positive effect instead and he’d be able to blow off some steam. “Hmph well, I’ll be sure not to do anything on purpose just incase I make you look bad”. He was fair reluctant to get off the bed, not really wanting to immediately get underway with this. He wanted to wait for Aito to return and hear what he thought, but Vegeta wasn’t going to leave him alone until he got up. Growling lowly, he packed his injector and clipped it onto his belt, slowly pushing himself off the bed. He still felt weak with this stupid ‘medicine’ he was having to inject into himself, but maybe he would do just fine with something that didn’t sap all of his strength.

Viral didn’t much desire going outside after all he had been through, even if the sun would probably do him good. It was a horrible place to be stuck in when all he had worked for in his life was to be free and to fight, but it was the only place he could go now where he might have a chance to recover. He still felt he wasn’t getting to have a chance to recover, all he had felt was stress since arriving, but then again he wasn’t allowed to fight and was in a state of breaking down at a genetic level fairly rapidly. He just wanted to live his life for once. “What? I don’t know where to begin or how much strength I still have! I might be able to lift or I might be as weak as a child, I wouldn’t know. I don’t want to do anything I’ll just get frustrated with and to hell am I going to be safe around machinery. Why don’t you make the suggestion yourself? You’re the one who should know what would be safe for a madman like me…”