Viral was fine with running risks if it meant he was going to get better, even if his mental state wouldn’t be in the best of conditions. He was sure he would be fine once his genes were fixed, feeling like his mental state was hardly something he should be worrying so much over anyway. If he could get over the fact that he wasn’t slowly dying then he would be okay with everything else, even if the nightmares were pretty intense and the flashbacks constantly bothered him. He would happily take medicine that made him delusional if it meant he was going to not die for a little while longer. “More like you don’t want me to become a drug addict on top of everything else. So long as the pain goes, I don’t care what else happens to me”. Viral didn’t really care about his body, he just wanted to get back into the action again and not slow everyone down all the time. Listening to Aito go on about his genes he felt a little lost, only knowing he was going to have even more injections over the coming days. When the final number of estimation came Viral looked thoroughly unimpressed, instead rolling over slowly again and letting out a sigh. “Great, good to know I’m going to be stuck here for that long”, he grumbled, not finding the result pleasing in the slightest, “Then on top of all that I’m going to be a weak bony mass. You know I have other things to worry about than your stupid smug face”.

Shu was a little scared that he was going to be punished for making a mistake, but Takeshi quickly rectified that threat by being playful about just kidding. He was sure he was going to be punished if he didn’t control himself by their next fight, but it seemed it was just a joke to try and make things better. Now Shu felt bad, feeling he was just making his brother annoyed or depressed because of his way of thinking. He had to be happy like Yumi told him to be so everyone else could be happy, feeling some sort of responsibility. Friend T’charrl…yeah, yeah I hope he good and feeling good. Friend really does like learning”, he spoke, forcing a little smile when Takeshi gave his leg a pat, looking back to him as he gave out his own plan of action. “Read? Ooh, I would like to read. I want to see books! I want to understand books. I want many things and have nice time with books like normal people do…”

Kiton didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with himself now other than keep checking the report to see whether Korian sold him out or not. Everything sounded fairly mediocre to him, but when Sasha decided to question him about training he sighed, looking away. “Well I just don’t think-ah!” Without warning he was dragged right off the chair and onto his feet, feeling like he had been assaulted before he was dragged off and away elsewhere. He was not happy to be pulled away like that and did wonder where he was being taken, but he didn’t feel much like questioning when there was so many people already staring him down on his way along. Letting out a groan, by the time they got to the room he was already sighing at the thought of what she must’ve been planning, frowning at the sight of all the equipment before looking up to Sasha again. Just his luck that he’d get stuck with someone like her, grunting as he was pushed ahead before turning around to face her with an annoyed look. “You serious? Maybe I should’ve been more enthusiastic about the food”, he sighed, moving into a more readied stance, “But fine, I guess. Don’t get all angry if I beat you, I don’t particularly want to go back into a cell”.

Sayomi tried to be pretty straight forward with what she was telling Korian, but as he went over it himself she couldn’t help but let out a light sigh. He was trying hard to understand it all but still came out with fairly simple conclusions to what she was talking about. It wasn’t that hard, at least in her eyes. “’Sort of’ means I’m probably going to get you reading up on it so you understand these creatures as well. I’m sure you don’t want someone like Krom being smarter than you when it comes to those abominations”. Maybe he just needed a little ego boost to be better than his rival, but who really knew when it came to him. When Korian questioned the construction of the weapons himself she looked back to her computer and went through her notes, trying to find a way to maybe explain what the problem was better. “It could very well be that the energy is too hot or concentrated to be handled by weapons, even if we did spend so much on protecting them from the force. Even plasma-based blasters can never compare to organic Ki. The question should be how we can possibly harness the power of a sun and how do we accomplish it without blowing this entire base sky high?”