Viral was starting to get tired of doing push ups, but it was probably because his arms were getting sore and he was building up a pretty big headache due to hypertension. While it wasn’t something he was used to getting he still knew it was a bad idea to carry on with a building headache. Giving his head a quick shake he soon groaned and gradually stopped, laying down on his front for a moment before slowly sitting up with his hand on his head. He personally didn’t like the sound of going where there was people, not like he was afraid of being in a crowd or anything. He didn’t want to end up having to worry about being set off in the crowd and possibly end up frightening some people. “I don’t think I’m ready to be in a crowd anytime soon. If there’s a need for getting food, I’m sure someone else can go and get some…” he spoke before slowly standing up, feeling about ready to try start running again, “You have to remember the medicine you gave me is what made it bearable last time and even then I can barely remember what happened…”

Kiton didn’t think being great was possible when you wanted to both be powerful and noble, seeing how strength was gained through the number of people you could defeat. There was a lot he was, but ‘wonderful’ was something he definitely was not. He was sure he couldn’t be someone who was a good being who was fully capable of killing, or rather he hadn’t heard of someone like that before. Everyone who was strong and powerful that he knew of used their power to advance their own goals and none for the good of those around them. It was something that was probably not unusual to people of power so it was something he had generally learned was normal. “I’ve never heard of someone in power who doesn’t use it to control others or to get their own way in life. Isn’t that something you can recognise too considering you’re fighting a way against one of these people?” Feeling a little lost right now he was confused when the man suggested going to see the ones who took him to the rebels, frowning as he stood up again. “’See them now’? Do you even know where they are?”

Krom didn’t think Takeshi would understand such a notion, seeing how selfish he often was. “I would go with the knowledge I tried with all my might to defend them, even if it might not be enough!” he spoke before scoffing, “Like there’s anything else to live for in my position! Maybe that will put you off ever wanting to be a soldier in your life!” Despite getting hit by Takeshi he was pretty alright, going straight back into combat Takeshi using some more of his moves. All of the moves he was using was entirely Takeshi’s that he had picked up in that short little brawl, moving in close like Takeshi did last time. Throwing out some strikes he grunted when Takeshi had jumped and kicked him in the back, stumbling forward before turning around. “You see how easy it is yet? Fighting like you’re on the street is hardly going to do you any good! The moment you start focusing and using defence with your offense you start catching out your opponent!”

Shu was going to be uneasy the longer he tried to talk like this, finding great dislike in talking about himself. He had so many worries stemming from the thought that he was not going to recover from what he was going through, but he also worried about what people thought about him too. He didn’t want to disappoint people when everything he was worrying about was entirely trivial. Pressing his fingers together he frowned when asked about his fears, keeping his gaze low and avoiding Aito’s. Not really feeling willing to talk about it he groaned and lowered his head some more, finding it harder to talk about it rather than not wanting to. It was a difficult subject to tackle and he didn’t want to end up making himself feel worse. Raising his shoulders as the questions just kept coming he soon let out a groan, looking a little distressed before he simply closed his eyes and shook his head quickly. “I-I’m scared that I am losing control of self!” he squeaked before moving his hands to his face, his tail wrapping around himself, “I keep changing and that’s bad, but it getting worse and-…I-I don’t know how to make it better. I don’t know why I do and I-I’m not like other Saiyans, I’m not like my brother either. Takeshi not have the problems, Takeshi not get hairy, Takeshi not starting to feel funny and finding things that make Takeshi not like monster…like Shu start become monster little by little because fighting all time…”