Viral couldn’t find the logic in it, there was nothing good that could come out of this and everything that was happening on this planet told that story pretty well. He was a witness to the atrocities committed, he was part of all that as the Elite said, but seeing partly what those monsters could do told him it was pointless to purge. He wasn’t in the wrong for seeing that, especially when this planet had been fairly loyal to the Saiyans before with soldiers. He needed answers, but it seemed the Elite barely had any himself. Growing in frustration already he narrowed his eyes at the question, flexing his claws. “What I fight for…I don’t fight for the rebels…” He had no choice when it came to the rebels or not. If he didn’t do what they asked of him he wouldn’t be welcome, not after all he had done while showing little regret to it all. He wasn’t like any of them, he didn’t agree with how they did things and Korian was looking for any excuse to throw him in jail even if the others opposed it. The others could protest, but eventually Korian would prove that he was right.

The fact was nobody knew what path he was taking and was all simply assuming he was allied with the rebels. He barely knew where he wanted to go in life either, he was just riding the wave with no destination hoping things would get better for him. Nothing was going better, he was stuck in a state of monotony and struggling and it was driving him mad. He was constantly being forced into war even after being told he didn’t need to suffer anymore. He was completely losing his mind the longer he was here being taunted, the longer he remained in the warzone. He was supposed to be strong, he wasn’t supposed to be falling for these taunts and questions. Trying to find his focus again he growled as he noticed the Elite was powering up, but it was already too late as he tried to block the punch and found it to be impossible as he held no weight against the ground and went flying off his feet.

Going flying back he was stunned after the punch, crashing through the wall of a building until he finally stopped in a pile of rubble. He was durable but hardly as durable as someone who could create a Ki aura to block the damage. He was doing the right thing, all of this was for a just cause and he was in the right. To fight for nothing was to make life pointless, especially for him. He had nothing if only his ability to fight and protect and if he could do none of that then there was nothing. The sounds of battle still continuing outside continued to ring through his head, he had to get out there again and keep fighting before it was all gone. He couldn’t let that Elite steal his purpose away from him, he couldn’t fail this war.

Slowly pushing his body off the rubble he stood with an arched aching back, his body already having sustained a lot of damage but his ability to fight still going. Growling lowly he looked up and out of the ruins, but what he spotted was only going to make him furious. He saw Yumi being beaten once again, the Elite taking pride in what he was doing as he mercilessly punched and kicked her. As if each kick made was projected onto him instead his usual focus crumbled away too, his anger rising and his mind being thrown right out the window. Making a sudden wild dash he ran straight for the Elite, his claws bared as he went straight for him. “I’ll tear your face off!!” he shouted wildly, his expression maddened as if going savage.