“Really? I, uhh…I don’t know how strong they are. I don’t know how strong anybody is. Nobody really fights against me much anymore, but I don’t blame them…” T’charrl felt it would had been best if people didn’t train near him, his absorption of energy definitely went against his favour as it often caused him to change. It was something he was scared of, it held him back but it wasn’t something he wasn’t afraid of expressing his fear of. He didn’t know how much the others knew about how hard it was sometimes, but he preferred not to get them too involved since he knew a lot of them didn’t understand it either. “Oh, some people doing things very well…uhh, I guess I can hold more than you. That’s still something interesting! Maybe.” Feeling a little confused he tried to figure out what that meant, especially for him. He was good at some things, but overall he was very average and only managed to get by only just. He probably had more to him, but right now he remained in the background hoping that he didn’t cause trouble. “Oh, I don’t know about fun all the time. I didn’t have friends and a lot of the time I was learning how to be a good Prince. I did like how I didn’t need to worry about war most of the time, at least not getting involved in it…”

Looking to Haku he tilted his head when he called his powers ‘awesome’, something he didn’t think would be something to describe them. “W-Well, being able to talk to the dead is like…you’re not quite in the world of the living to my people. You’re interfering with the world of the dead by talking to them, I suppose. There’s also the history of those who are able to talk to the dead being able to bring them back to life too which is a really bad thought. People with my power were killed off because we are very close to spirits and will turn into monsters if we merge with them for power, l-like umm…” He wouldn’t say he was using the spirit that was inside him, but it wasn’t like he was actively trying to get rid of it too. He didn’t want to end its existence because he didn’t want it to be a part of him anymore, but he wasn’t exactly rushing to find a new home for it either. He felt rather confused, he didn’t know what he was whether cruel to it or sacrificing his own wellbeing to give it a home. “…Oh, this is awful. I wonder what my parents really think of me…”

Takeshi was being rather cruel to Shu when it came down to it, speaking of him like he was a simple creature who couldn’t look after himself. If Takeshi was thrown into an environment like the one Shu grew up in he would be dead extremely quickly, yet here he was undermining Shu as if he was a baby. Shu had been through much worse than Takeshi could imagine and yet here he was treating the kid like everything was out to kill him. Growling lowly when Takeshi had the nerve to bring up the whole saving thing as if he should be seen as some sort of saviour he looked back to Vegeta when he spoke up, deciding to slowly sit down again, closing his eyes momentarily as Takeshi was told off. “Do you even know your brother? He’s fought his entire life and yet you don’t acknowledge that”, he spoke before he sighed, rubbing his chest, “It’s not fighting he’s afraid of, but that’s what you believe it to be and you’re not helping him with the true problem. Maybe try listening to him for once instead of treating him like a cowardly simpleton…”