"Well... We're all here now, that's what matters. As pleasant or unpleasant as the past was, dwelling and ruminating on it now does us no good, right? I say let bygones be bygones and move on." He had been the one to die in that event, yet Aito felt no ill-will about it. Perhaps that was due to knowing it had been Volkov's doing, or that he simply couldn't bring himself to show any disdain for Viral; whatever the case might be the doctor was fine about it, and he hoped soon the Beastman might be as well. Opening one eye to watch as Viral laid down in the grass, Aito smiled knowingly and laid back again, letting out a content yawn. "Ah... to mess with you obviously, that's my entire prerogative," he responded, chuckling before shaking his head, "Honestly, it's to try and help you relax. What can be more calming than sipping tea in a tranquil forest, or lying in the cool, soft grass beneath a beautiful blue..." Aito added, pausing as he had to glance at the sky, "Blue-ish green sky. That's why, because it's relaxing." There was no reason besides that, everything they were doing today was simply to take a load off and relax, nothing more. Aito did intend to observe Viral while they were out here as well, but he'd try not to make that as glaringly obvious as he could. "How's about trying this as well: close your eyes and focus on how your body feels, and then focus on your breathing. Try alternating between those two, and whenever your body aches try to recall your breathing."

Takeshi was completely fine after being hit, if a bit surprised by the fact. He was more laying on the ground to try and surprise Shu, hardly suppressing a grin as his little brother came over to check on him. After a brief moment of playing "dead" he reached up and began tickling the little guy, trying to get him laughing and to help him calm down a little. Instead of getting any of that however it almost appeared to make things worse, sending Shu into a fit as he scrambled to his feet and ran off. Watching his brother confused he exchanged an uncertain glance with June, rolling onto his front and getting back to his feet. "Hey, everything's cool buddy, see? I'm not hurt, you're not hurt, everything's fine," Takeshi said, smiling apologetically, "Come back over here, we're not done playing. I won't tickle you again, I swear." Maybe even just catch then, or something else? Shu always did seem to enjoy a game of tag, maybe they could do that instead. "Wanna play tag? Unless you wanna keep playing with the ball, it's whatever you want buddy, you know?"

"Well, given the options they had, I think what they did was the right thing. A ton of people are better off now because of what Korian and Sayomi have created, so I'm sure they're happy with it too," Sasha reflected, nodding confidently at her own words. She'd personally seen hundreds of smiling faces, grateful to have their freedom returned to them, and that alone made this fight of theirs worthwhile. It wasn't the easiest of jobs, but given any other alternative there was nothing she would rather be doing herself. "Ah... Well... Ricken and I were bound to have died if not for the rebellion, they saved us. I know right now these people may not seem like your friends, but they could well end up saving you too. I think as long as you're here you're going to be fine." The Galactic Police sure could come down and try taking him away, but unless they were willing to stand up to the likes of Korian they probably wouldn't get him without a fight. If their leader had something in mind for Kiton then he'd face judgement here, not off in some cell in the depths of space. They had finally come to the recreation room, with almost two dozen soldiers and staff were currently relaxing, chatting amongst themselves and all around just having a good time. Holding the door for Kiton, Sasha led him over to the several computers along the far wall, turning the machine on for him before gesturing for him to take a seat. "Go ahead and do what you have to, take all the time you need." And while he did she'd try giving him some privacy, or as much as she could. Once he was seated she turned her back to him, placing herself securely at the back of his seat, arms crossed in hopes she'd be enough to keep onlookers from taking a peak.

This was all a bit much, to think that this whole war had begun under a totally different pretense. Nothing had ever been said considering this fact up until now, yet annoyingly it made sense. Damn it, why hadn't he just been told?! So much time wasted, so many lives lost, and for what? They had collectively become weaker if this was the truth, and with those monsters appearing more regularly now was not the time to be short in terms of power. "Living energy... Ki is energy of life as well, so that doesn't make sense. There must be something more to it than just being 'alive' as you say..." Korian mumbled, frowning as he folded his hands together, resting his chins on his thumbs. He'd have to have Sayomi explain it later, he'd not lower himself and look like a fool in front of Krom and ask now. This was troubling, and now he was expected to allow a former enemy to train the Princes? Just because he couldn't do so didn't mean the rebels could not do it, they could find someone to take the job. He hated the idea of Krom having such a position, but the Elite's knowledge and experience couldn't be doubted, and he may well be an ideal candidate. "Hn... Fine, we'll do it your way. But you'll conduct your training here on Uuonoe, and in the presence of some of our soldiers. I'll not be letting you do anything without supervision until we've made certain your intentions are as you say," Korian explained, sitting upright and looking at Krom skeptically, "Understand that if you're lying to me at all, or you try anything, I will personally see to it you're punished [i]severely[/i], am I clear?"