Takeshi couldn't believe it, he'd actually gotten through to Viral. It was definitely a first, and he was determined not to screw it up. So what exactly was it eating away at his friend then? The Saiyan smiled politely as he listened, not wanting to show any judgment until he'd heard the whole story. When the Beastman got into the matter however and told him what the case was it became a touch more difficult to smile. That must have been when they were back on the frozen planet, inside the base. The whole matter that Viral had been standing trial for, his killing of a few troops. Okay, so the issue was a little deeper than Takeshi had been banking on. He could sympathize to a small degree, albeit he wasn't nearly crippled mentally by killing anyone. The soldiers from before had been cut down without hesitation, but they'd deserved it, they were terrible. While that didn't absolve him of all guilt he was a little better off for knowing that. What may work for him wasn't bound to work for Viral though, so it was best he stay clear of "they were bad" for now.

"You're bothered by what you did... I get it," Takeshi replied, smiling sadly as he looked at Viral. "What you did isn't something that you'd normally do, and now it's bothering you. You know... I've killed people a few times now... Like, more than I really should have... And I'm not going to lie, it doesn't really go away." Sighing softly he lifted his head, glancing up at the sky and watching the clouds pass on by for a moment. He wasn't saying what he wanted, he really didn't know what to say. 

"When things like that happen, it's like I become a totally different person. I just sort of lose it, I get not having any control over what happens when you're like that. Things just... They go crazy, and by the time you realize what's gone on it's too late to stop it. I try to ignore it all, and usually it works. But sometimes get thinking about it, about the people that I've killed, and... It sucks, you know? Being bothered by something like that, it's normal."

"But... You can't let it run your life. What happened, it wasn't you, not really. You shouldn't blame yourself for any of it, some things are just out of our control, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. We all know you're better than that, and that you have a dark side sometimes when you change. Again though, not your fault, it's the Saiyan's for subjecting you to torture and causing it. It's my father's, for allowing all of it." Takeshi smiled sheepishly again, reaching down and clasping Viral's shoulder for a second before placing his hands back in his lap again. "Having a problem isn't stupid, everyone has problems. It's what makes us alive, I guess? We're all imperfect, so things are going to happen like this. What we all have to do is learn to move on from things like this too, and not let it define who we are. Like I said, everyone knows you're not some monster, we know you better than that. And uh... Well... If you feel like you need help with this then you can always come to us, seriously. We're all comrades here, all friends, and we're even like a family I guess. Don't be afraid to reach out for support Viral, yeah? Because we're always happy to give it. We'll help you beat this thing, we promise."

Garesh didn't want to come across as rude in his surprise, and it was rather hard not to be surprised. It was certainly his son still, that much was discernible. The degree to which he had changed though, there were barely enough features to figure out who it was. Facial recognition aside he might not have known who the large Kaesstrian was, and he'd certainly not have guessed it to be his child. After making a remark on his appearance T'charrl instantly became defensive and worried, not something that the General wanted. Letting him finish his little bout Garesh smiled sadly, placing his own hand over the Prince's on his head.

"Why are you apologizing, T'charrl? You're a hero, you don't have to apologize for anything," Garesh said simply, giving his son's hand a patting. "So you over did things a little bit, and... So you may be a little different. Or... A lot different. My point is that you're still my son, I can tell that much hasn't changed. And I'm certainly not going to think any less of you due to what's happened."

So this was what his power was capable of then? The other day, asking for a demonstration, was this what he would have seen? T'charrl mentioned absorbing a great amount of energy, so possibly not. Garesh wasn't even sure what that meant in all honesty, he was lost as to how this energy of his worked at all. His son was different now, yes, and it would take some getting used to. Like Eslaria before him however the General was a fair bit open minded, and not so easily frightened off by his child's new look. He had become larger, and the orbs on his person were curious, but the word "monster" was certainly not what he'd use to describe the boy.

"This is going to take some getting used to, but it'll work out, I know it will." Smiling kindly Garesh eased himself into the Queen's seat, nonchalantly grabbing himself a plate and beginning to load it with food. Best to show he wasn't upset by things, that ought to help his son's nerves. "As far as I'm concerned you're still my son, and we're still going to practice. Just because you're a little bigger than your father doesn't excuse you from training, so don't think a few words are going to scare this grizzled warrior away."
Garesh chuckled to himself, placing a filled plate before him and looking up to Katas, speaking in a plain yet ordering manner. "Well? Sit down and eat man, before it goes cold."

Katas was busy looking at T'charrl, a bit captivated by him. It wasn't disgust or fear that had him entranced, but rather mystery. A warrior first and foremost he was also scientifically inclined second, and had a fair amount of knowledge at his disposal. What the Prince had become was well outside of his understanding, and that made him terribly eager to try and figure out what had happened. It might be a bit invasive to do so, yet he had to at least ask a few questions. Before a single word could slip out his superior told him to have some food. Rousing himself from thought Katas smiled apologetically, nodding his head. The only seat available was where Takeshi had been sitting, between Shu and Choi. Grabbing himself a plate then the Captain took a healthy helping of fruit, easing his large frame in between the two boys before beginning to eat.