Despite having a relatively stable life he didn’t really have very many happy memories he could think of to give him happy thoughts. He had memories of being happy, but nothing that would make him actually feel happy enough to do this. He wouldn’t say he was unhappy, he just didn’t really express his emotions very well because he never got a chance to when he was growing up. He was always by himself or talking to the spirits, never actually trying to get anything from them that might give him a happy memory. He was really starting to feel his limitations here, that his social awkwardness was going to get in the way of his ability to use his powers. Feeling all stressed out he quickly asked for help from Haku, frowning a little when he didn’t really have many answers himself. “I-I guess that was kind of happy…but then again I was really nervous too. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me or anything, really”, he spoke before sighing, rubbing his claws together, “I never had friends either. Everybody thought I was weird, even my parents. I guess I have only two emotional states: nervous or angry…” ---- Kiton stared at Sasha in disbelief, the very notion that he would be fine with all that seeming to be all they concentrated on. He wasn’t a child, he could still feel betrayal even if it was a test of character; however, while it did hurt he couldn’t exactly complain much about it unless he wanted to get into some degree of trouble. Just because he had passed some sort of test didn’t mean they were over with judging him. He didn’t know what to say or do without them judging him now, knowing if he complained too much they would just say it was ‘for his own good’ so that he didn’t have to go to prison. “I guess the real question is whether death is a more suitable punishment than spending the rest of eternity locked away…” Sighing aloud he dropped his head, only looking up when Ricken decided to give him an answer too. Letting out a groan he dropped his expression, looking rather disappointed before looking to York when he decided to pitch in. Dropping his head he felt pretty lost, really finding it hard to tell what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to feel happy about it? He didn’t know whether to party or think about his future. Looking up at York’s hand as it was extended out to him, frowning as he looked up at the man. “I don’t know what my future is supposed to be, nevermind how I’m supposed to see you people as in it…” he sighed, eventually slowly raising his hand up but paused, seeing the size difference between his own and York’s, “…You know, I contemplated dying back there several times, I’m sure you could had annihilated me easily if you tried”. ---- Viral let out a grumble at her answer, not finding that to be a terribly good answer for him. He was supposed to give permission before they could touch him, he was sure that’s how it happened. It was just another thing he didn’t understand, but then again he definitely wasn’t used to it. Nobody had wanted to touch him for many years unless it was for medical reasons, making it hard to disassociate gentle gestures from that. “I’m not really familiar with hugs, but if you say so”, he sighed, shifting himself in his seat, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when that happens”. Definitely still annoyed with how he was seemingly being babied and treated like a patient he frowned when he was denied painkillers for the moment, sighing as he slowly reached up and rubbed at his neck. “Well what else am I supposed to do whenever I get hurt? My body heals but the pain remains, I wouldn’t even be surprised if what I’m feeling is still lingering from when I transformed”, he sighed before slowly shaking his head, “Maybe…you can get me that mallet instead, otherwise I don’t need anything. I don’t know where to begin with so many requests, anyway. I’ve barely been awake and I don’t know where exactly I am…maybe you can get me some sunglasses or something…”