"You say that, but I'm sure you do care. We could give you so many drugs that you'd be in a dreamlike state, but it would fix you. The issue there however is glaringly obvious, you'd be barely conscious or control of yourself, it'd be no better than where we are now. At least now you're aware of things," Aito explained, "Then there is also the potential of medicine making you sick, something we've deliberated on and avoided several times for running the risk. We might solve one problem with a pill, but it could create another, hence our hesitation." If they were going to fix things for Viral then they had to be as close to absolutely certain it wouldn't have any serious side effects, otherwise they were trading one problem for another. There was no shortage of desire to help him either, it was just pills and serums didn't seem like the way to go, or the only way as it were. "As for curing you? Well... After running some exams on your genetic coding, it seems that it has begun repairing itself. The serum we provided you wasn't just to stabilize, admittedly, but it contained a few proteins we hoped might help. While it hasn't fixed every single gene, we've gotten, I'd say... 45% of them currently under repair. I know it's hardly what you'd like to hear, but it's significant progress. If we can synthesize a few more, add them to the serum... I'd say by the week's end, 70% of your genes could be repaired, and within 10 days only roughly a quarter would remain in need of fixing." Smiling, Aito crouched down and folded his arms across his knees, looking at Viral with a thoughtful smirk, "And you thought we weren't doing anything."

Takeshi had, obviously, been kidding when he'd said he'd give Shu a wedgie. So when his younger brother started freaking out a little over it he looked at the kid abashed, letting out a sigh before smiling exasperatedly. "You aren't going to be alone buddy, and I won't actually hurt you, relax. It was a joke, get it? Maybe not a very good one... But I was kidding." Was everything he said going to be taken literally? Maybe for now he ought to just talk straight, otherwise Shu was going to panic every time he opened his mouth. "T'charrl is going to be happy to see you buddy, I bet he misses you. They'll be taking really good care of him right about now, and Vegeta's helping him learn, so I bet he's in a good mood too!" the older boy said, trying to perk his sibling up again. Looking back with a smile he gave Shu's leg a reassuring pat, bouncing him up slightly as well and ignoring the pain that shot through his wounds as he did so. "Maybe we can teach you how to read, would that be fun? Then we can check out all the books they have here!" There wasn't a terribly large amount of enthusiasm in that plan, as Takeshi was never exactly an avid reader himself. Vegeta seemed to like books though, and some of the crew on the ship read a lot, so there had to be something to it. 

Sasha wasn't keen on just standing by idly and watching Kiton sit around, she'd rather do something if it could be helped. Going into town had been a stretch, admittedly, though she figured she'd try making the offer just to see if he'd like it. He was fine for food too, which was just as well as she'd had a meal not long ago herself. So what did that leave them then? "Hm? You think I can't train with you?" she asked curiously, glancing down at Kiton where he sat. A small smile crept to her lips at that remark, and without another word she reached down and grabbed him by his arm, pulling the Frost Demon to his feet. Well then, they were going to have to see, weren't they? It may be true that she didn't have the raw capacity for power like Kiton did, but there was more than just outright brute strength that went into a battle. At any rate they would be sparring, not fighting, so it came down more to just technique than anything. Pulling him along, Sasha dragged him right out of the recreational room, past a good many soldiers and staff on their way to the gym. The room in question was a spacious, high ceiling space with matted floors, various machines along the walls, and ample room for all sorts of activity in the center. Being the middle of the day most people were busy with their duties, so upon entering there was but a handful of people inside. "Normally I wouldn't fight someone who's been injured, but you seem sure that you can still beat me," she spoke playfully, pushing him ahead of herself before holding out a fist to him, "And I might not be one of the strongest rebels, but I know my way around a fight. If you think you're up to it, I'll gladly train with you."

Korian honestly knew very little about Viral's innerworkings, only having the basis for what he was really. Information had been provided here and there on the Beastman, but most was too technical to stick, and the rest seemed unsubstantial and irrelevant. His understanding then of solar-based energy was, at best, minimal; he knew Ki to be life energy, energy that was equivalent to plasma, he was perfectly aware of that. So the former bit of Sayomi's explanation sat fine with him, even if it was a bit too word-heavy for his liking. Viral's energy on the other hand proved to be a bit more puzzling, and her technical way of explaining it had him somewhat lost. "So... One is essentially a superheated gas, and the other is radiation... Okay, I can see the difference then. Sort of," Korian mumbled through his confusion, trying to make absolute sense of it. That still didn't quite explain why Ki couldn't destroy the creatures but Viral's power could, and Sayomi didn't even sound wholly certain of it herself. "I see... I can't understand why we're unable to make weapons for this either. I'd think that electromagnetic... Er, radiation, could be produced with the right tools, we should be able to develop weapons around it. We can make plasma-based blasters and blades, so I fail to see why the other is out of the question." They might be able to enlist Vegeta's help in this matter, but then he was busy with Viral as of late. If not the boy then surely one of the Uuonians could create it, they were far more technically advanced than most.