Shu did wonder if she could help him, especially when she barely knew him. She probably only found out his name from Yumi not too long ago out of curiosity after what happened, or maybe she wasn’t told about that since she didn’t seem to have a clue to what he meant by change. He was worried she wasn’t really wanting to do this and was just doing it because she was friends with Yumi, but he certainly hoped that wasn’t the case and that she really was just wanting to do this out of the goodness of her heart. He was suffering terribly from this problem of his and while food wasn’t a problem like Viral, he sometimes felt like not eating because he was so tired or had been spooked pretty bad after waking up. Going along with what she wanted to do and accepting her help, Shu nodded and stared at her hand as she squeezed his, giving a little smile. “Ooh, I call many people Miss. I was taught it was good to call ladies ‘Miss’ when I learn how to speak”. He said it to Yumi instead of calling her Friend because he was taught it was polite, then there was calling Vegeta and Viral ‘Mister’ because that was polite too when they were older than him as well. “I-I would like that. Tomorrow? It sounds okay. I hope I start feeling better, it been hard to sleep and I like sleep. Takeshi get angry at me waking him up all the time…”

Viral didn’t much care for what compliments he might receive while he was feeling like he was. He knew they weren’t true and was quite sure he was getting much worse overtime. Being fed compliments was like being told you were going to be okay when you were obviously dying, at least in his eyes. “Are you sure about that? Boredom means I get weak and stiff with this condition. Weak and stiff means I feel suicidal eventually. But that won’t be the first thought that comes into your head if I said ‘I’m bored’, would it now”. He was managing alright with this but he was sure his fist was going to eventually collapse with how much force he was putting into his hits. It was hard to judge what might end up being too much for him when he was already in pain. “Fine, I’ll say before I’m at that point…” He just wanted to be able to finally rest without being plagued by horrible visions, but he wasn’t going to get that unless he was exhausted. Everybody probably thought he was being stubborn by refusing sleep and food, but it wasn’t his fault both activities made him feel horrible inside and panicked. Once the rubble came down at him he moved and smashed each one, but the last one took two hits. He was losing strength pretty fast and that last one had him struggling, his last throw leaving his arm feeling weak. Growling lowly he slowly rubbed his fists, wanting to keep going but was already starting to weaken. He didn’t know if it was tiredness or if his body was struggling to dish out the strength. “…I’m not sure if I’m feeling right doing this anymore.”