Viral didn’t know what he was going to do with himself with all these paints and tiredness, feeling like it was beginning to become overbearing. He wanted to get rid of it, he wanted to eat food again without feeling panicked and terribly stressed, but everything he was trying wasn’t helping him in the slightest. He was struggling to combat this terrible affliction while only hoping he might end up recovering from this gene breakdown. It was horrible to experience and while everyone else was going on about their merry ways he couldn’t help like he was being treated simply because they had enough of him complaining and being unable to do anything. Even if it wasn’t true he couldn’t shake off that feeling and was only being dragged down into a worse state because it constantly went through his head. Frowning when he was to sit down again he still tried to stubbornly refuse, knowing it was going to be painful if he tried to stand again. Finding it difficult to refuse he soon looked down, staring at the grass before slowly sitting down. It was just as painful as he thought it would be, but whatever made Aito happy. Staring at him for a moment he soon sighed and stared into his tea, quietly contemplating before speaking up again. “It must be so simple to be able to relax and enjoy yourself. Everything all the time feels like a massive challenge I cannot overcome. No matter how much I try, I can’t stop the inevitable”.

Shu didn’t fully understand why he was doing this but it seemed fairly simple to him at least. The worry he might feel over simple occurrences seemed pretty far right now as he played a simple game of toss with his brother. He wondered if Takeshi was uncomfortable being out with him like this, seeing how stiff he appeared to be. His body languages wasn’t easily missed so he did wonder why he didn’t appear to want to do this. Bouncing on his toes a little he bounced to catch the ball he looked over to June curiously, tilting his head when she didn’t want to play with them. Strange how she’d give them a game and not want to play too, but he did want to keep playing at least. Squeaking a little he tossed the ball lightly in his hands before throwing it back to Takeshi. “Play! Want play! Happy time, yes?”

Kiton felt he was being subjected to all of this just because he was a Frost Demon, knowing that if some other race was forced into a life of crime they’d have sympathy for and try to keep them out of it. To be named guilty for an accident made it even more obvious that he was not willing to grant him mercy because of what he was and how ‘dangerous’ he could be in the future to the likes of his Saiyans. Huffing lightly, he looked away for a moment before back when his fate was sealed by this man, forbidding him from going anywhere by himself. “Wha? That’s hardly-…what makes you believe I'm only a threat now?” He questioned him but didn’t count on an answer. Looked like he was stuck here and what was worse was he didn’t even know if he would be picked up by the group again. He had been pretty much forgotten about, it seemed, seeing how they never appeared to look for him when he was taken into rebel care. Giving Korian an angry glare he sighed, looking away. “Great. I love being watched”.

Krom had heard Korian finally returned and was calmly awaiting him, hearing he needed to make his presence known to someone else before him. He had little care to how he might react towards him and knew he would be met with some degree of hate, but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle. Hearing footsteps outside he looked up from his seat, staring at the door before he saw Korian and Sayomi not too far off either. Smirking at the look he was giving him he soon sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t give me that. You’re supposed to be the bigger man just now, remember?” he spoke up, raising his shoulders, “I’m not going to lash out and destroy this whole place, you can calm down. Weren’t you told why I’m here?”