The look of unease and disappointment on Shu's face said it all; Takeshi still wasn't getting it. Despite trying his damnedest to understand what his little brother was getting at he just couldn't do it. For all the good this conversation was doing them, they might as well be speaking two completely different languages. It didn't come as terribly surprising however, if disappointing, as he often couldn't even reel his own anger in. How then was he supposed to tell someone else how to do it? "Anything can be fixed, it's just a matter of how much work it's going to take," Takeshi replied, smiling sadly as he looked at Shu. Noticing his sibling trying to sit up he helped him, placing a hand at his back and easing the little guy into the desired position. Certain Shu wasn't going to topple over or anything he folded his hands across his lap, looking down at them abashed as the younger boy called him out. "I know... And I wish I didn't either..." When questioned about whether it was worth it or not, Takeshi looked at his brother in surprise, moving closer and grabbing one of his shoulders gently. "Of course it's worth it! When I met you, you were always happy and carefree. It annoyed the hell out of me at first, but I grew to like it. Since you were taken away... No, since I got you stuck there..."

"I miss it, Shu... How things used to be. I'm sure Yumi misses it too, and everyone else would love to see you happy. So don't ever question if it's worth it, because it totally is. Used to be you were always happy and rarely were down, now it's the total opposite, you know? That's not the little brother I remember meeting, and I want him back." Maybe that was a selfish reason for wanting Shu to feel better, but he didn't much care. Obviously Takeshi wanted it too for Shu's own sake, and so that the others could stop worrying about him, but he definitely wanted to get his kid brother back. Moving up to the headboard of the bed, Takeshi eased an arm around Shu's shoulder, using his free hand to lightly prod the younger boy in the stomach with his finger. "Vegeta can help. And if Vegeta can't help, then Yumi, or Aito, or Vegeta's mom. If none of them can then we can try Sayomi, or someone we haven't even met yet. I'll find someone that can help you, I won't train and I won't goof off until I do. And when I'm not doing that I'm going to be right by your side, got me? Cuz that's what a good brother should do!"

Yumi had been about to come into the room before hearing Takeshi speaking, surprised he was taking so earnestly to helping. For a good while she and others doubted his sincerity, seeing as he had forgotten so many times, but that sounded genuine. Maybe now that he was getting a really good look at the aftermath he was appreciating how badly Shu needed it, at least she hoped that to be the case. Hesitating to grab the handle now, she gave a look back at June who seemed to pick up on her uncertainty, getting a smile and nod of the head for a go ahead. Smiling herself now, Yumi opened up the door and slowly entered, followed closely behind by June. "Hey, sorry to interrupt boys, but I've got someone who wanted to talk to you two." she explained, stepping to the side as she gestured to June. If she could do as she'd suggested then Shu might get to feeling better, gradually anyways. With Vegeta busy with Viral as of late and Aito doing... Well she wasn't sure honestly, the pool of people who could help out her youngest friend was shrinking. 

"I think this is the first time we've really met face to face," June began, smiling kindly as she stood at the foot of the bed, "My name is June, though I'd guess you know that much by now. And if you would let me, I'd like to try and help with your situation." Maybe she didn't have genuine training like her husband, or the knowledge that Vegeta did, but she had first hand experience with what Shu was going through. Now she would be fine with stressful situations, but she had hardly always been the collected fighter she was now. There didn't seem to be any obvious signs of refusal from either boy, and Yumi graciously stepped out of the room to give everyone some privacy, shutting the door behind herself. Walking over to Shu's side of the bed then she pulled a chair over and sat down, smiling still as she glanced into the child's eyes. How sad, there was an unmistakable terror in those eyes, eyes which probably once shone brightly with joy. "Shu, right? I know you don't know me very well, but I want to try and help you, if you'll allow me to."

Vegeta could very easily argue with Viral over the influence of currency. The truth of the matter was it was superficial, and only a small portion of the population obsessed over it. He could explain how currency gave way to fairer trading practices, albeit even still it was far from perfect. He could offer any number of explanations as to why his brother's view was incorrect, but he knew it'd be wasted breath. When your whole experience on a matter was skewed any which way, as Viral's was, then it made that very difficult to change. With some exposure he could see to the contrary, but simple words were not likely to change him. While he wasn't going to argue the points of currency, there was a small piece he wanted to offer the Beastman. "The rotten few stand out while the good many keep to themselves. Don't let a few bad examples ruin the entire group, that's not the best way to think about anything," he said patiently, giving a small shake of his head, "All I'm saying is try to see both sides of it. Where there's bad there is also good, and more often than not the latter outweighs the former, there's just no need to recognize it quite as much." That was why something like the news for example was such rubbish, it only covered lousy stories because they sold, and people paid more attention to obscurities or breaks from the mold, as opposed to an everyday, decent being.

They could save the philosophical debates for another time, Vegeta wanted to get to work and try wearing Viral down some more. Just going by the first block he picked up alone the signs were hopeful, yet they'd see just how the Beastman felt at the end of the task. Throwing aside the chunks were simple for him, yet for Viral it was proving to be anything but. He'd not have made any comment on the matter had there not been a sudden fit from his brother, glancing over to see him smashing a piece of rubble into smaller chunks. Sighing to himself Vegeta gave his head a rub, walking over before holding up a hand to Viral, glancing down at the rubble. "Before you snap, let me make a suggestion." Taking care of the few pieces of rubble at his feet, he moved to the pile and grabbed two chunks, one at a time and placed them before the Beastman. "How's about we do it this way: I'll grab pieces and bring them to you, then you break them into more manageable slabs and we can both toss them. I figure this way it's easier to handle them, and you can work on building up some strength by striking the blocks." Accepting this proposal would mean accepting the fact this work was too hard for him, yet he hoped that Viral could overlook that small fact if only out of being too stubborn to quit.