Shu didn’t feel at all comfortable with who he was and definitely didn’t have the confidence to find any method to treat it, only finding that he was ending up fairly down in the dumps whenever he tried to find an excuse for himself. He was a coward, even placing his friends in danger all because he couldn’t fight by himself. Staring out at nothing at all he soon sighed and looked up to Takeshi, staring at him as he tried to be positive and deliver some positive thought. “But…hurt friends…and friends no hurt me, so that not fair. I just want to fit in somewhere…” Sighing lightly he slowly rubbed his head, raising his shoulders slightly. “Everyone really good at fighting! Fighting for me, not being scared. Where do I fit? Not sure where I fit…”

Shu didn’t Takeshi was understanding anything that he was saying, instead simply assuming everything was going to be okay if he pulled out the ‘everyone’s different’ card. He wasn’t very good at explaining his troubles and even with Takeshi trying he was still feeling down. He didn’t like how he had a problem with anger, even T’charrl had learned how to control his affliction while he was left out with his problem he’s probably had since he was a baby for all he knew. “I don’t care about getting hurt! I don’t want me hurting people! People hurting because me! Bad things…” Feeling like he was trying hard to explain himself he squeaked when Takeshi poked him, looking up at Takeshi. Staring at him, he frowned a little before sighing lightly. “I’m not strong, that’s silly. When I beat someone? Everyone save Shu over Shu save everyone. You silly…”

Viral grumbled, waving his paw briefly in dismissal. “The last ten years or whatever, I spent my time being about as good as a household appliance. Does that make me comparable to a vacuum cleaner over a weapon? Besides, I don’t remember being raised, remember?” He was sure he would be better as a weapon over something Vegeta might as well had kept frozen. He would be able to fight, for one. It was always going to be difficult to tell what he truly wanted when he didn’t have much of a chance before. His instincts always told him one thing while everyone told him another thing, making him feel downright confused over what he wanted to believe. “You were never one to do the garden over studying so of course I’m going to insult you. Just because you also like fighting doesn’t mean you’re cut out to working like this. You still go to bed before midnight…”

Moving away from the wall Viral stared at it, looking off to the other walls before letting out a groan. It was hardly something to be proud of, but if it would keep Vegeta happy then he would be happy enough to move away from it. Grumbling as he wiped down his clothes he followed on after Vegeta, not entirely sure he was going to be finding anything that might suit him. There was only a number of things he was going to be able to manage, but not because he lacked the skill. He was wise enough to know he had to stay away from stuff that could hurt others if he became unfocused. Looking down the street he stopped when Vegeta made a stop, looking towards him before towards what he was originally looking at. “Hmph, what? Street cleaning?” he sighed before shrugging lightly, hardly in the mood to protest something that seemed so janitorial, “Fine, I’ll do that. Just don’t get too upset if I don’t seem enthusiastic about becoming a cleaner”.