Both Kai and Choi leaned away from Kabocha when he decided to get just that little bit closer, both of them staring at him quizzingly. There was surely someone out there who did have a care for them on the other side, they knew a lot of people out there and surely not all of them had forgotten about them. They were pretty quiet, sure, but it wasn’t as if twins wouldn’t be noticed normally especially when it wasn’t as if Saiyan twins were common. They were the most uncommon kind of Saiyan so there had to be some people out there who knew them and would be happy to know they were doing alright, not everyone they knew was a Saiyan loyalist after all. “Just because you were a noble doesn’t mean none of them care”, Kai interjected, waving his finger briefly before folding his arms, “Not many like nobles…” “Yeahhhh, you were all kind of jerks to the servants…” Choi sighed, folding his arms as well. Kabocha was born into a wealthy family who had a lot of power while they were simply bred to be servants, their mother being some random Saiyan they didn’t know just told she had to have a kid. It was a different time a long time ago when Saiyans were rare after losing their home planet so breeding was just the way things were back then and probably still are now. He didn’t really care, he didn’t feel anything for his unknown mother when she wasn’t exactly interested in them. “Nobility a try? I don’t think nobility works like that, you know…” Choi sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “You’ve got to be born into it, anyway! We’re just the dirty bloods, bred for population rather than out of any feeling for family or heirs”. Viral didn’t know if he should really be caring about going off to fight again, but his past experiences were definitely having an influence on his thought pattern. The rebels were pretty comfortable asking them to go to war for their cause because they were ‘free’ and not doing much else, they had no qualms asking these things as if it was a simple chore that had to be completed. Sure there were people in danger, but he had his own problems he still hadn’t dealt with that did affect his ability to fight. “Hmm right. Second nature…” he sighed before he slowly sat back and looked elsewhere, looking like he was close to drifting off to sleep. He wasn’t sure what to think about right now, he just didn’t want to have problems on a foreign planet where people were counting on him to do well. Glancing at Yumi as she spoke to herself he soon looked away again. “They don’t just attack worlds at random. There’s always a reason…” he spoke lowly, “Whether it’s to impress the King or if the planet’s causing trouble, spots of high criminal activity or biological interest. All the Elites were up to dealing with these worlds…even I have been responsible for such things. Once planets have space travel, they need policing…” ---- T’charrl was pretty nervous but had still managed to eat something, seeing as how he was quite hungry and being able to control his hunger was something he hadn’t learned quite yet. He hated feeling always hungry for something, especially when the hunger was hard to define. He didn’t know whether it was for more power or for more food to gain more energy for more power; it all ended in a drive for power in the end, anyway. He really wanted to know why these things happened to him, but that’s why he was here. His people used to do this sort of thing, but since people like him were often killed off that kind of ‘spirit magic’ had become nearly extinct. He needed to have faith in his family and the fact that they knew how to help him. As he continued to feel nervous he remained fairly quiet, not really knowing how he was supposed to act when he had a guest over due to not having anybody over before that wasn’t someone from the immediate group. Looking quickly to his father as he approached he gasped when he insisted he get off the chair and get going around the city. “Uhh! Yes! Yes I-I would like to see what’s been happening”, he spoke as he got to his feet, stepping away from it rather quickly before clasping his claws together, “Wait, what was there to add? Wasn’t everything okay? It’s not the tree, is it…?” ---- Shu didn’t know if he was glad or concerned that he had been brought into this room with all these people only to be told he was having a day off before his treatments. Staring at Sasha as she explained the festival he soon looked down as he thought about it, humming for a moment before nodding quickly. “Lot of fun! Okay…okay. Not sure if been to one before…” He hadn’t really had time to go to some sort of event, the biggest thing he went to was the tournament but doing what they said was easier than trying to find his own way. Curious to what she was asking from Aito he tilted his head, frowning when he was naming things he didn’t particularly like. He was feeling a little embarrassed now that his fears were getting around, but maybe they were just trying to help after all. Groaning a little under his breath he quickly looked up again when Aito spoke his name, staring at him curiously as he was asked a fairly important question. Now that was something he had no idea how to answer, he wasn’t really familiar with what the times of days were or when it would be best. He only knew a few times of the day and that was due to certain prompts. “Uhhh, maybe, umm…after food…? After morning food, sometime then…” he spoke, trying to remember what it was called but found it particularly difficult to think of the right words when he was feeling nervous, “I-I understand. Say everything! Bad stuff no get Shu! No change a thing…uhhh, w-what do, anyway? What do so that changes maybe be made if no good…?”