Viral felt like such a coward, running away from his problems and refusing to confront them like he should be doing. Everybody else had managed to confront their own problems, yet his lingered on under a strange name of an illness he had never heard of before. He shouldn’t had been scared, yet he was being completely irrational while being unable to turn himself around and actually try to rid himself of such problems. He might as well go and find his final fight just now, seeing as how he was doing absolutely nothing useful here other than lie around like a lazy pet that couldn’t even protect his masters.

Viral kept his eyes off Takeshi pretty well, his mind trying to refuse he even existed and was saying the things he was currently. He was too ashamed to take any of that, his anger at himself taking over quicker than any illness could ever manage. Moving his paw slowly over his head, he only gave Takeshi a little glance to see if he was still looking at him, not feeling terribly pleased that he was still, “Just-….why are you so stubborn…”

It was a little unbearable, especially when Takeshi wasn’t going away with that plate of food. He just wouldn’t give up unless Viral got up and threw him across the garden but even then he’d probably just come right back and demand even more off him. Slowly moving his paw way to rub at his stomach, he caught sight of Takeshi still staring down at him, demanding yet more from him this time in the form of seeking answers. Sighing lightly as he stared up at Takeshi, he slowly looked away again and huffed, looking like it was something he’d be made fun of at a later date, “…Everything tastes like blood. All I taste is blood, the flesh of others force-fed into me by myself…all of it, and when I changed I-…forget it! It’s just stupid psychology…it’s stupid I even have that problem! I know it’s not blood!”

While Shu had gone back to eating fairly merrily without so much as a second thought about it, T’charrl had stopped for a moment to look between them, curiously wondering what they were talking about. The food was so good, his hunger seemed endless and yet it had probably ended ages ago while now he was just being a glutton. Looking between everyone for a moment he looked up when he noticed a little flash out of the corner of his eye, seeing that his mother had finished up and was looking down at him.

T’charrl didn’t know how to take the next thing she announced, even though it was something he was planning on doing before food. Frowning a little bit, he looked away and nodded, looking back up just in time to get a little kiss and a comforting stroke to his fur. He hoped he would be okay, he knew his father didn’t like change too much but had seemed interested in his powers, but when it changed him this much it was probably a safe bet he wasn’t going to be okay with seeing him like this, “Uhhh, y-yes. I’ll try to be, Mother”, he nodded, watching her head on out to swap places in watching the General.

He was fairly nervous now, his claws tapping against each other as he waited for the inevitable questioning his father would give him over this. He only had a minute before they would come in and both question him probably, especially seeing how much had changed. At least he was well fed now and not in any danger of going berserk, probably the most important element right now.

Frowning a little when he heard the door open, he lowered his head and tried to keep to himself, hopefully diverting attention away for now as the food was the main focus. Everything seemed good so far, there wasn’t any fuss just yet and there was even a brief pause; however, when things remained silent T’charrl couldn’t help but feel eyes on him as he sat ever so quietly. Looking up a little, it was his father who was the first to spot his strangeness as his full attention was given to him alone; he even walked around the room just to get close to him. 

Frowning, he raised his shoulders a little, giving a quick look up before flinching at the question, his hand going to his head immediately, “F-Father…” he muttered, slowly raising his hand again, “I-…I-I’m sorry, I let my power go to my head a-and in the fight I…absorbed a lot of energy and couldn’t get rid of it…” Finding it hard to talk about it to his father he let out a sigh, raising his hand to his head again as if trying to cover it again, “It mutated me…changed my body into something powerful and beyond my control. The General twisted me accidentally when he was trying to kill me; I find it surprising how I’m keeping control even now, but then again, I’ve ate a lot more food than I should had…”