Viral didn’t have much of a care over his own health so long as everyone would get off his back about it. Everyone was counting on him getting better and he didn’t want to have to keep making them so upset if he was unable to leave to ease their worries. Even if he tried to leave he wouldn’t get very far, not with them on his tail all the time. “Sometimes when I accidentally fall asleep, I dream of ripping out your guts and eating them”, he sighed lazily, slowly rubbing his neck, “It’s so vivid and believable that I remember it for days on end”. Staring at Vegeta as he took his glass he watched him before frowning at the request to get back up, slowly moving his legs around so he might be able to get up. It was strangely rather difficult to do such a thing after that running exercise, but he accounted that to being overly worn down rather than laziness. Managing to get to his unsteady feet he looked to Vegeta who gave further instructions, over his next actions. “Hmmmph…squats would be painful. Maybe just…hmm…” Slowly dropping down to his hands he started doing fairly slow push-ups. He would move faster with them but he was still recovering from the uncomfortable nature the running gave him, but it would get better eventually.

Kiton didn’t think he was going to get past the whole ‘just a criminal’ outlook everyone had of him, but that shouldn’t matter at all when he never did give anybody a good image in the first place. That girl wasn’t tainted by war, she probably wouldn’t remember any of the bad times when she got older and would only remember having to be out with her family after some explosions or something, nothing particularly traumatising. She didn’t know anything like real war or fighting needlessly. Sasha sure did know about war and all that, but she had her brother by her side and so many friends while he had basically nothing. Sasha was right to be all angry at him, he was just bringing trouble where ever he went so it would be a waste of time to assume he had been damaged by any of these experiences when he clearly enjoyed being a criminal for so long.

But whatever, it didn’t matter when nobody really cared about his opinions or anything. Looking to Leto when he tried to make him feel better about it he just sighed, shaking his head and lowering it. “I barely feel comfortable being close to you, nevermind talking to you about matters like that”, he spoke, looking away, “Talking about things like that isn’t really something you talk to strangers about…” He only first met the guy before starting this and to talk to someone he barely knew anything about concerning his life. It would feel like he was talking to some sort of therapist that he paid to talk, even if this offer was completely free. “Years? My whole life has been part of the ‘dark side’ or whatever you people call it. It’s going to take a lot more than sightseeing to bring me peace of mind…”

Krom didn’t think he needed to be too be too rough with Takeshi, he knew he was supposed to be teaching him a lesson and so far this was the best lesson. To show he wasn’t going to get anywhere by attacking like an idiot was probably best, showing he was weaker than he thought and would need the training. All he was doing was throwing brutal punches and what not, but nothing was going to die that way and he certainly wasn’t about to let himself get hurt either by any of them. Watching his carefully before snickering, catching Takeshi’s fist before it could hit with one hand, blocking the other with his other before swinging his head back as Takeshi attempted to headbutt. “You are some helpless kid who can’t fight!” Clutching Takeshi’s fists tighter he swung around, letting go, “You won’t get anywhere treating this like some sort of street brawl!”

Shu was trying hard to please Aito, even if he greatly doubted himself but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. Even though he made a leap and did try to get Aito he was quickly caught out again, even trying to do what he was told. Squeaking when he was pushed to the side he gasped when Aito grabbed hold of him, staring back at him with a frown. “I-I-….what? B-But…” he muttered, staring at the ground as he was set down again. He was feeling all flustered and didn’t know what he was supposed to say, feeling that sense of failure spring up all over again. Sighing, he looked back to Aito, staring at him when he tried to give him some tips. Frowning, he lifted his fists to him again before simply trying to throw punches at him, not really understanding what good it would do if he couldn’t even initiate a fight.