Viral could barely take it right now and just wanted Takeshi to take his food and go back in the house, seeing as how he was either going to hurt himself from thinking too much or end up harming him in return. His head was throbbing right now; a headache that could only come from the stress he was feeling over Takeshi’s little chat. The pain was getting to be a little overbearing to put it lightly, as if he had too many drinks the night before; speaking of, all he wanted to do was grab a drink and forget all of this. These aliens probably didn’t even know how to ferment the abundant fruit to make alcohol, definitely a disappointment on their part.

Slowly rolling over onto his front, he batted away the pillow and gave his head a rub as he looked to Takeshi who continued to talk about it. Even Takeshi sounded confused over what he was saying; he really had no clue what he was talking about by the sound of it. Takeshi sounded like he was in great doubt; he continued to raise a point only to contradict it in hopes that he was correct. Lowering his head he gave it a slow rub, trying to ease the pain through all the confusion before looking at his own paw. A monster was defined as a cruel creature that held no remorse for its current actions, he can’t remember feeling anything when he killed or caused great levels of destruction. He enjoyed it, the last time he remembered feeling the overwhelming pride and a true sense of dominance and everytime he had been called out as a monster.

All these false beliefs they held in him was ultimately ridiculous, it was all out of control and all reflected back to his own sense of control. They were trying so hard to deny everything they had seen from him, even Takeshi knew he was lying through his teeth when he had been so ready to think such things when he couldn’t see it was him. Vegeta had been so ready to kill him upon seeing his more monstrous form, he was even ready to kill him after he had changed back and during the trial. Vegeta was probably still broken over finding out such a thing; his entire life destroyed all because he couldn’t keep control and simply hiding it away for Yumi’s sake.

What did Takeshi know of control? All these lies being fed to him like he was some naïve child was just becoming too much to handle when he knew it was all lies. He had no self-control, he could barely breathe right now and that hardly was something he would call ‘control’. Just what a pathetic pile he was, a creature with no sense of belonging in a world and absolutely zero confidence in his own mind. Everything continued to rush back at him, slapping him mentally until it began to hurt just too much.

Keeping his paw pressed to his forehead, he looked up at Takeshi as he stumbled on the idea of inner strength. That didn’t make any sense, as if he was simply trying to deny any and all facts that he had lost the battle long ago and was just waiting for the inevitable death that would come soon after. He was just a disgrace, he couldn’t even live up to these lies and it was even worse when he couldn’t lie to himself to make him feel better. Growling lowly, he glared at Takeshi, moving his paw, “What control…? Any second?? I am too weak…” he muttered, holding his chest, “’Always in control’ is certainly a stretch when my very problem is I lack it!”

Takeshi knew nothing, he probably didn’t even know what inner strength was when he was simply insisting on using it to make him feel better. There was no such thing as inner strength, especially with someone like him, “I was created to fight…or was I? I don’t know, because all that is lost to me! Just what purpose is there to me?? I’ll fight with the hope to die in battle…like I’m supposed to! You better stop thinking there’s anything to envy or look up to before I get sick of your lies…”

T’charrl was feeling pretty confused, especially over his own existence and just why he was born with such abilities. It certainly didn’t help that there was either nobody else with these abilities or they were taking the hiding thing completely seriously, never wanting to show themselves for fear of being scrutinised because of what they were. He was the same until he met the aliens, it was definitely a desperation attempt incase it was something the General was trying to take from him and in the end that was the case. If he could find the reason why these abilities exist then he could feel some sort of relief, but that didn’t appear to be the case at all.

Looking to his father, it appeared he had some doubts over that possibility and saw something else in it instead, his mind going elsewhere in that regard. Scratching his neck a little he tilted his head, letting out a sigh, “Well, I tried to keep myself a secret, but I guess the General saw me do something or knew what to look for”, he sighed, looking to his father again, “Greater things? I-I don’t know, like what…?”

When his father’s attention shifted away from him, he looked to Yumi and Shu as well just wondering what he was going to say before gasping a little, his eyes quickly turning back to his father. That was some proposal; these guys were space travellers and that was an awfully big step to take for any Kaesstrian. Looking between them quickly he could only wait to see what was said as his mind tried to adjust to such a massive thought process being laid upon him, “I-uhh-woah-umm…that’s a lot to take in…” he said, rubbing his head at the thought of it. Going with them would be dangerous, he knew that, but he would also be with great warriors who he happened to consider his friends and held great power too. He was definitely scared of his new form, but whether they would want that as a burden themselves was something he wasn’t sure if they’d want to consider.

Shu had just finished his food when the General turned to them, the prospect of taking T’charrl along with them suddenly coming to light. Gasping a little at the question, he looked to Yumi quickly and bounced a little on his chair, getting all excited over the thought, “Ooh! Ooh! Should we? Will we? Maybe?? Friends! Many friends!” he squeaked, getting a little too bouncy before he sat back down in his chair, holding his head painfully, “Ooh ohh, ow ow ow…that hurts…”