Takeshi was fed up with being yelled at, and being sent on a guilt trip. He knew he had screwed up, he didn't need someone else telling him that much. After slamming the door to Haku's room he made sure he had a good grip on Shu, shuffling along down the hall towards the younger boy's room. Of all he people to talk to him about how he'd acted now his sibling was going to as well? Letting out a long sigh he glanced down at his brother, stopping in the middle of the hall as he listened to what was being said. "I never said they don't try helping, and I never said they're not nice. I said I didn't [i]want[/i] their help, I don't deserve it..." Takeshi replied, looking away as he cast his gaze to the ground, "If I hadn't screwed up and failed to protect you, if I had just been strong enough to keep the others safe, we wouldn't all be in the hospital right now. If I had been stronger then Viral never would have been taken, Father never would have hurt you. If I had been stronger..." None of this would have happened. They may have ended up in the war even if he was strong enough to prevent most of it, but at least no one would be warped and damaged by it. The fact that he seemed to fail in every instance when it really counted infuriated him, and made him feel incredibly guilty for all of it.

Getting mighty down on himself now, Takeshi finally got to Shu's room and slipped inside, going right to the bed and easing his brother down onto it. There was no one else in this room despite there being two beds, so it was just as well he stay here for the time being. Once Shu was set down he took a spot on the edge of the bed, leaning over the side as he folded his arms across his knees. "Shu... I'm sorry I've been such a screw up, and such a failure of an older brother..." he mumbled, closing his eyes as he shook his head, "I don't know how to act with family, or how to act with a sibling. I want to be a good brother for you but I can't help with anything. I forget, I try to ignore it, but I never help you. It's all my fault you're like this now... That everyone is the way they are... I just keep messing things up..." Opening his eyes partially he continued to stare down at the floor somberly, though he reached out and placed a hand on top of Shu's. "I don't hate you, I'm sorry for earlier, but I don't. And... I'll try to make things right, I swear. I won't leave you alone this time."

"Perfectionist has a negative connotation. It implies I'm never satisfied and overbearing," Vegeta remarked, straightening out yet another brick, "But... I suppose it doesn't hurt to make certain everything works ideally, that makes less work in the long run." Sub-par work meant repairs, regular checkups, constant maintenance, yet none of that was necessary for a while if the initial build was as perfect as could be. And sure, reaching that ideal took far more time and effort, but one couldn't argue with the final product. Smiling as he prepared another stretch for Viral, Vegeta stood up and rubbed at his back, chuckling when their father was brought up. "So I'm a lot like our father then, hm? I don't know, he seems more... Idealistic than I am," he responded casually, watching as Viral went about laying more bricks, "He has these higher standards and morals, and he seems to have an answer for everything. That's where we differ... Not to say I have no morals, but he seems to stand to them. Me on the other hand?" Giving a slight shrug he went about scraping off excess mortar, nudging just one brick this time to get it in line with the others. "My ideals and morals have changed constantly, usually for whatever suits me at the time. My only real desire is for my work to succeed and to further my own talent, both as an inventor and a warrior. Compared to his worldly desires, I'm extremely selfish."