Viral just wanted to be left alone for now before he just ended up hurting himself, as usual. It was always the case since he got out that he was injured and couldn’t recover very well, if at all. Takeshi didn’t need to worry about that problem, he would eventually heal without so much as a scratch unless it was a terrific injury, but even then scars were something Saiyans gloated over and even humans went as far as to show off theirs. Viral had many scars, some he didn’t even know where they came from. Everything about his previous existence before Vegeta opened up his container was a complete mystery and it made him confused, his existence not opening up to him at all as he continued to search for it.

Humans were such cruel creatures for ever doing this to him, creating a creature and never giving any hint to what his true purpose was. Whether they had made him to destroy or to protect created a very fine line between two polar opposites. Looking to Takeshi as he spoke in total confidence about his ability to control himself, the guarantee that he believed that he would never hurt any of them. Just what did he know, he didn’t know whether he could and was simply assuming such a thing.

He didn’t know what to make of that, but all it managed to do was bring him back to when he nearly killed Vegeta when he first set sight on the very same form that killed his parents. There was another thing; he had killed his own creator out of cold blood. Just what was stopping him from killing the people who called him their friend? He could turn around and cleave them and that would be it, leaving them with one last living memory of him over their bloodied corpses as their belief in his control shattered. Images continued to flash in his mind of that, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to make them disappear but they just wouldn’t leave him. Gasping a little he placed his paw on his chest, finding it hard to breathe as it felt like his windpipe was being crushed by false hope.

Letting out a choking cough he slowly pushed himself up and onto his forearms, his eyes staring up at Takeshi at his continued vote of confidence in his sanity. Good guys don’t kill out of cold blood, they don’t lose control of their abilities. It was all giving him a panic attack as it continued to attack his mind with horrible images, the screams never leaving him and the awful names he was given when truths over his existence were handed to him by those who tortured him, “Things get better?? Just how-…how do they??” he spoke, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe, “You’re better off placing your faith in someone else! Just what do you know what I’ve done…? Even I don’t know what I’ve done! Your belief in me is false…how many times have I been in control of myself??”

Slamming his fist into his sternum to try and get him breathing again he fell back, his paws raising themselves onto his head and pressed against his forehead. Just what control was Takeshi talking about, there was absolutely none there and it would only further delve into non-existence the further along the line he got. He could only beat himself up about it; his pitiful weakness shouldn’t even be visible to the public eye concerning that. Letting out a groan, he tried to control himself before muttering lowly, “I could easily become like your father when you’re all gone…and just what is there to stop me…”

What worried T’charrl the most about what he had managed to do to the tree was definitely the thought that it might end up being chopped down, all because it was a possible nuisance being where it was. It didn’t blot out the sun, its leaves and flowers definitely providing a little shelter but the sun’s rays shone through regardless and reflected off the shining leaves. He was scared over what he had done and how angry it seemed as a result, despite it flowering and awaiting pollination. Nodding a little when his father asked about it further, he gave him a quick look before his eyes were directed out the window, “I didn’t mean to upset it, I was just trying to get rid of the energy…” he sighed, his antennae lowering themselves, “I couldn’t send it into the air, it would had exploded and infected the city…”

T’charrl had done all that he could had done with that energy, but he should had really watched what he was doing and shouldn’t had been so hasty to release it. Whether the tree would get used to having part of itself sticking out like a sore claw could only be a case of waiting and seeing what the future held, if anything at all. Letting out a sigh he lowered his head, frowning a little until his father reached out and touched his arm, his eyes going to his claws before to his father.

Looking to his father, he stared at him curiously at his suggestion of touching up the area, he tilted his head a little before looking out to the window again, trying to imagine what that would be like. It would be similar to what they had done in their own home, possibly, the very thought of people losing their homes over it though made him a little scared. Rubbing the orb protruding from his chest thoughtfully, he looked down for a moment before turning to his father, smiling a little, “It…sounds great. I would feel a lot better about that, maybe the tree would too”, he spoke, lowering his head back down again, “You know, part of me makes me think that maybe…people like me…were supposed to look after the tree…”