T’charrl looked around, giving a light frown before shaking his head. “It’s pretty bad, it’s like they don’t want to face the truth that they’re dead or have unfinished business”, he frowned, looking around again, “They won’t go to the Otherworld until it’s over with, unless this is part of their culture like it is mine. Spirits on my world often hang around to ascend”. It was hard to describe why these spirits would still be lingering, but whatever the reason it was making him feel unsettled and in some measure of pain that wasn’t physically seen. He would just have to try and focus again though if he was going to do any healing, but tending to the plant and helping it grow was a little difficult under this condition. Helping it grow a little bigger he gave Haku a glance, frowning before looking to the plant again. “Uhh well, another reason for me to try and learn these abilities is that I will have to be put down if I didn’t because I would go out of control. It’s uhh…well, it’s a big risk I have to take. I know I shouldn’t be allowed to live if all I’m going to do is kill and destroy using my power”. ---- Kiton frowned, definitely not agreeing with that. Sighing lightly he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. “You wouldn’t feel comfortable wiping out a settlement full of drifters because they’re making a mess despite the fact that you used to be one. You see the problem I’m having?” Surely he wasn’t the only one who would go through these concerns upon initiation, it didn’t help that he was still new to this and had only been picked out of the ground not that long ago. He wasn’t even treated well but probably because of his criminal record. Deciding to float instead of run around he moved with the Sasha and Ricken, peering past the trees. Disliking how Ricken aimed to treat them as anything less than people he gave him a glare before looking to Sasha, appreciating that she was at least level-headed enough to not end up going down that rather hateful road. If anything was going to put him off it would be treating the pirates like they were nothing to the rebels. “Great…okay. If I went in the front they’d just spot me faster, anyway”, he spoke quickly, looking down at himself, “I am very aware of my natural colourings and how bright I am…” It wasn’t his fault that he was an absolute predator to near enough everything in the galaxy, the colours were just a warning to lesser lifeforms for that reason. Flying behind Sasha when she told them to move he looked around quickly before darting past her and behind the building. Shame typical villagers wouldn’t have a very strong Ki signal, they could find them that way and probably even the pirates. “…I wonder how many of them will be in this ambush they are obviously conducting…” ---- Viral was concerned on a number of levels, mainly the fact that he was told he had changed and had no memory of any of it. He didn’t even know where he was and why there was so many familiar scents that he couldn’t pin down. He could be anywhere, this could be some sort of crazy lucid dream for all he knew and with his eyes not on Yumi all he knew was she was going to slowly lower her head as she distracted him and tear his throat apart. Feeling particularly tense if it was going to be exactly that he closed his eyes again, trying to focus his energy as he tried to make sense of this he started to recall some things from the event, but it was quick and flashy and couldn’t hold his focus. “Home…? This isn’t home…this isn’t my home…” he growled lowly, simply picking words from what she said. He didn’t know what he had changed into if she was correct that he did, his fear immediately being he was going out of control again and was deteriorating. “I remember…being…crushed. And…there was a lot of pain…” he spoke slowly, his paw continuing to rub his head before he gasped, his paw going to his neck and grasping at his scarf, “…I still have it. What I-…I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t be here. I have to get out of here…I can’t be in this strange setting! How did I change?? Do I-…I don’t look different…do I??”