Viral still wasn’t convinced that Takeshi really thought of him as a friend when it was obvious he was fairly well set on only admiring him for his strength. It was rather discouraging and definitely managed to make him annoyed, but at least Takeshi was trying. He didn’t think much of his strength, he was highly aware that just because he was strong didn’t mean he would always win. He would lose when he was blasted away and unable to fight or stabbed and incapacitated. There was literally no need to tell him that he would win because he was strong, he knew he had never won a fight because of it. To have Takeshi think that was the reason he should be winning certainly made him feel inadequate, like the fact his strength continued to fail him in battle.

Not feeling convinced that he was going to be able to get beyond seeing his strength as something better than it actually was he did ask Takeshi if there was anything else he might find to be the appeal behind wanting to be his friend. There had to be something other than admiring him for his strength. It wasn’t only him trying to understand how Takeshi functioned, it was also trying to understand what friendship meant to one another when it wasn’t something he was already fully aware of in the first place. He wasn’t feeling convinced so far though, hearing how Takeshi even sounded confused over his own wording. “So there’s not that many qualities that would regard me as a friend? Do Humans really need that little a reason to be friends with someone? Hmph, a hasty decision…”

While he wasn’t feeling entirely convinced he continued to let Takeshi continue to try and explain himself, further questioning his intentions and why he felt this way. Thinking of him as the same was a little strange, but there was probably more than that. Hearing him out he stared at him before narrowing his eyes, disliking what he was calling him before he let out a sigh. “Good guys? Bad guys? Like that sort of crap exists! I’ve killed my fair share in the past, I levelled entire settlements in the past. For all those years I spent forgotten at Capsule Corps all I could do was watch and listen to the news of people killing one another and the atrocities that they continued to commit! I wanted to kill them so badly and make them suffer for their actions. Is that what you would call a good guy for wanting to kill without a care? Even I don’t know. They’re not the same as me, so I feel no empathy for them. Hmph, I don’t even know the meaning of friendship and here I am demanding the answer from you…”