Shu didn’t know what was wrong with him or how he was supposed to get all fixed up, feeling like he was completely outside the team when it came to everything that made them a team. He wasn’t useful and always had to rely on someone else to feel comfortable. Everyone else could manage on their own but he was constantly holding someone down and keeping them back all because he was cowardly. Side glancing at Takeshi he soon groaned, pulling the covers in a few twitches. He didn’t know how it might get fixed, everything just confused him to no end and there was nothing he could do to fix that. He didn’t know if he ever did that back when he was living in the jungle, all he remembered was how he wasn’t allowed to look at the full moon so they must’ve known only about the Saiyan part of him, not whatever else he was supposed to turn into.

Squeaking when Takeshi gave his hair a ruffling he looked towards him, staring at him as he spoke before looking away again. “Spell it out? Can’t spell…hard to do that! Just-…just feel no like Shu is brave enough! Things get bad, need to flee! It no fun…no fun…” he squeaked before letting out a sigh, raising his shoulders, “I-I don’t feel like-…like I belong. I’m too different from everyone! Other Saiyans don’t do what I do, they not hairy like me. Shu not happy with being different, but don’t know how to not be different. Don’t know what’s wrong with Shu...”

Viral let out a grumble before turning back to the wall, raising his shoulders. “You’re being stupid. Usually you say smart things, but that was just a whole lot of stupid that came right out of you there”, Viral sighed, shaking his head, “You were planned because they wanted a real kid! You didn’t just happen on accident like some slip-up! If you think saying things like that will make me feel better, well you might want to reconsider your thought process sometimes. I wasn’t planned to be some sort of real person is what I’m talking about. I was made to be a weapon, then something changed…I don’t know what”. Moving away from the wall for a moment he grumbled as he dusted down his hands, disliking how repetitive this was. Even if he switched to doing the mortar he’d feel the same way. “Well I don’t feel tired yet. I have a feeling you’ll tire before me, though”, he spoke, placing down some bricks, “You’re going to hate me by the end of this, making you go through all this dirt and pain when I’m still as high as a kite”.