"Either way we should try it. At worst nothing changes, at best you're able to eat again, even if in small portions. I'd say the risk of that is definitely worth it." If Viral was able to eat again then he should improve substantially, even if it was only gradual at first. "We'll get over that though, it's not going to be a permanent issue. Try going into this meal with the notion that things can improve, a little optimism may help move things along." At this point in the cycle anything would help; Viral had been ill for so long, even marginal improvements would be seen as grand by now. Taking the glass from Viral once he was done, Vegeta set it by the wall mats and gestured for the Beastman to get back to his feet, intent on continuing their exercises all the same. So he'd gotten tired from running, there was no reason to slow down just because he was tired; some lighter exercises like lunges or squats would do the trick, just to keep him active. "We can do something else first then come back to running. I figure perhaps... Squats? Unless your legs feel too worn after running, in which case we can go back to push-ups, just repeat what we did earlier."

Maybe Sasha was missing what Kiton was saying, but then the same could be said for him. You didn't have to take part in a war to be effected by it, to know loss or strife or any of the awful things that came with it. It was beyond frustrating to her, for someone who had witnessed death and loss to be told she was wrong. They were similar, her and the Frost Demon, yet the latter couldn't seem to grasp that; never mind her and Kiton, he wasn't even remotely giving rise to the idea that the young girl from before was tainted too. It was as though unless someone had it as bad as he did they couldn't be 'tainted', or grieve. That was wrong, there were obviously different ways people were effected, yet it didn't make anyone's problems any less significant. Unable to stay here without going off on Kiton, Sasha stormed off to find somewhere to calm down, not wanting to fight with him right now. What a stupid thing to argue about, loss and hardship, it was like they were competing to see who had it worse.

"If I may... I think you two are actually both very close, at least in how you feel. Your experiences were just different, and you don't know how to reconcile those differences," Leto said thoughtfully, giving a nod of his head, "I don't know what you went through, and to be honest, I don't know what Miss Sasha went through either. I'd be happy to listen if either of you wanted to talk though, it's the least I can do." Aside from the Saiyans he had a relatively good early life, certainly nowhere to the degree of difficulty that some of these people were having. He definitely never had to live as Kiton did, as a criminal, even when he was in the Empire's ranks he had been treated relatively well. "Nonsense, I promise that there are wondrous sights awaiting us! Stay positive my friend, enjoy the beauty of this world for what it is! And enjoy having a peace of mind for the first time in years."

Takeshi was certain he'd be able to hit Krom like this, there was no way there was enough space for the guy to react. So when he tried throwing a quick punch at the Elite's face and found himself blocked, he only grew more frustrated by the second. Trying to force his fist through he gritted his teeth angrily, unable to do anything as he was thrown off and away like a fly. "And you're lucky I'm not supposed to kill you! Because I'd really love to!" This jerk treating him lightly, he wasn't some pushover dammit! Slamming a foot into the ground again he pushed off and darted back at Krom, throwing a straight right jab at the man's gut, fully expecting it to be blocked. If it was blocked then he'd immediately try to hit him with his left, and should that fail he'd simply jump up, driving his head into Krom's chin seeing as he was shorter than the guy. "Don't treat me like some helpless kid! I can fight!"

From the sounds of things Krom certainly had the more difficult of the two boys. Aito was secretly grateful for as much, as unless Shu went and changed, training with him would be a cakewalk. Both boys needed work in the way they fought, yet he was optimistic they could refine their unique... Styles and salvage something from it. After brushing Shu off on his first attack, the doctor gave him a small piece of advice, wanting to see what Shu might do with it. Then, waiting for the next move he watched the young boy carefully, assuming the same relaxed stance as he began coming in for an attack. The sudden jump to the side was different, but again not wholly difficult to deal with. Instead of pushing Shu aside this time, Aito simply grabbed him by the shirt and caught him, holding him out with a slight smile on his face. "I'm curious... Why is it you feel the need to try and charge every time?" he asked, setting Shu down on his feet, "It makes your attacks to obvious, like what your brother does. Maybe try fighting me here, now that we're close enough to trade blows? I'd like to see how you fight, if you'll indulge me."