Shu stared at Sasha, wondering why she was changing her mind all of a sudden before he remembered why again. This was still part of the act of making him not worried about everything, he had to keep that in mind for everything that was being said to him tonight. Sighing lightly he clasped his hands together, bouncing on his toes a little. “Oooohh…really? He does always act weird when winning is a thing that can happen”, he spoke slowly, looking over to him briefly, “I know it not the winning that is the good, it is the fun! Fun for Shu! Fun so long as nobody on the side get hurt, yes…” One thing he hoped for was he was going to be able to do this little tournament fine and not hurt people who were sitting on the side-lines again. It would be an awfully sad time if someone on the side got hurt because of him. “Ooh! Yes! That where I found Takeshi! Martial Arts Tournament! It was fun, won money but no really wanting the money much”, he spoke quickly, remembering the time until the thought was interrupted by Sasha asking if he wanted a snack. “Ooh! Yummy food? Yes yes! Please yummy food! Something sweet? Do they give people in tournament sweet food?”

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Viral wasn’t one for complaining about how he felt so it was fairly hard to be specific on what was going on with him, even if he knew it was important. It will still take a few days for him to fully heal from such devastating injuries, but he was still going to work through it and try to get moving as soon as possible. It was his fault that he was in this mess, he wasn’t strong willed enough to have finished the fight before the Saiyan could pull off a last resort attack. He acted stupidly and that was it, who knew how many he actually killed with his attacks overall too. “Even if you didn’t have her all drugged up, she’d still act that way…” he spoke lowly, sighing lightly, “She doesn’t seem to realise the more she moves me around, the slower I heal…”

Listening to the doctor when the others were mentioned he frowned, glancing in Yumi’s direction before looking away again. He was responsible for Yumi getting so injured so hearing that didn’t help at all, it just made him feel worse and even more angry at himself. “Hmm…they’re capable of doing work around the city…” he spoke lowly before frowning, “I am supposed to be in charge of them…” He was responsible for what happened and even if the rest would insist that he wasn’t to blame he was still going to be angry with himself. He was angry at himself and the Saiyan Empire, just everything was giving him every reason to go solo and do everything himself. He wasn’t fit to look after people he knew personally, not like this at least. “Once I’m out…we have to leave. We’re already using precious resources being here…”

Being given a moment to himself he groaned lightly and rested his head properly again, already feeling fed up. He knew it was going to take a long time to heal compared to other times, but it was that length of time he was going to have to spend here that was going to bother him. He wanted to get out of here and not take up unnecessary space and resources, this place was already on the verge as it is. He would just sleep the time away, but that was probably not a great option when he had a tendency to dream of past events rather than have actual dreams at this point in his life. Frowning as the doctor returned to the door, his eyes following him over. “Just…if your team ever get asked to write a report for the rebel team…just mention it was minor injuries for me. You’d be doing me a big favour if you did have to…”