T’charrl nodded a little, giving Nema a nervous smile before looking down at his drink again. “I know…umm, sir. It’s just I’ve done this by myself for as long as I could remember, just with my grandmother guiding me with words. This whole thing isn’t exactly something people like to talk about, after all”. He had been alone with it for the longest time without a living soul to help him, so it was going to take a while to adjust. He didn’t know how well he was going to get on with it at all whether he was going to be able to use his past experiences to better himself or if he was just going to end up collapsing and failing horribly by the time he needed to go back. He was pretty useless and often only got things done as a fluke so he was pretty nervous since it was a case of either getting better or not at all with no in-betweens. He hoped the pressure wasn’t going to get to him, he didn’t need something like that when he was pretty close to finding a proper solution that would make him feel better and be able to control his power, maybe he could even talk to the Spirit without having to lose consciousness to do so too.

Looking to Haku when he offered some words of encouragement he smiled a little, looking back to his glass. “I don’t want to use Ki, though…I mean, even though I’m not great at that either, it won’t corrupt me. If I fail at training then I should take the punishment head on”, he spoke before frowning, shaking his head, “I don’t want to cheat myself. I trust you to help me, even if you did nearly completely burned me that one time…” Maybe he was going to end up badly injured during this training, but he wasn’t going to let that get him down. He had worked too hard on himself to get to the condition he was in now. What he just needed to do now was learn how to properly meditate and get stronger, he just needed to believe he could do it. Rubbing his head as if to try and ease the stress away he let out a sigh, glancing at Haku. “Huh…? I-I don’t know about that…I mean, they probably won’t know much has changed”, he spoke, giving his head a scratch, “I don’t think they recognise differences in me unless it’s drastic…I mean, I am a different species and all. It’s probably harder for them to see a difference in me even if I did something like cut my hair. My only hope is that they remember me for when I go back to them, you know? I’ll understand if they don’t, though. I mean…I am pretty forgetful even to my own people…”

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Viral was having about enough with this philosophical talk Aito was spouting out right now. It felt as if he was trying to make him out to be some sort of idiot with all these words which was just getting to the point of irritating and making him want to leave. He was getting close to punching the guy and walking out if he continued to treat him like an idiot child. “Why do you ask me such stupid questions! If your session was to frustrate me, you’re doing a good job of that!” If this was all the session was going to be then he was just going to give up now and be done with it. This was obviously not going to work, he was just not patient enough to deal with Aito and him treating this whole thing like he was a child. “Vegeta hardly ever won many battles, but this isn’t about him or the rest of your family…”

Just what was Aito trying to accomplish, anyway? It didn’t make him feel any better and all he was doing was treating him like he was wrong to be thinking all these things and that it was his own fault for being in this state because of his mindset. It felt too much like he was being scolded for it. It was all just typical with Vegeta’s family, anything he did wrong or didn’t do properly a hundred percent he was punished and told off for his failure and this was just turning into that but in a roundabout way of accomplishing it. He was probably going to be subjected to this over and over again until it was forced out of his mind and corrected to the way of thinking Aito expected of him. Growling lowly as Aito continued to tell him off for his way of thinking he simply grew frustrated, growing rather tired of his little questions. “Why should any of them matter?? They were not made to be soldiers or doctors or whatever! Why should they have to worry about perfection when that’s not how nature works??” he shouted right back at Aito, simply fed up with it. “You made me to fight and come out victorious! You had no other intention for me when you decided to create me! Why don’t you just tell me I’m wrong and idiotic for thinking this way and get it over with?? At least when Vegeta did it, he went straight to the damn point without using psychology to tell me I’m wrong for ever thinking that way!”