Maybe everything was going to be okay, he had to at least try and be positive about it at least. He was so used to being doubtful and negative over himself that it was hard to be positive and think he could actually manage to do something in his life; after all, he had spent it without any competing peers to challenge him so everything he did had to be of the utmost brilliance, so when it wasn’t it really harmed him mentally and emotionally. He just wanted to make his parents happy and maybe find someone who would like him for who he was as well. Sighing lightly he swirled his drink around in thought before looking to his father as he spoke, staring at him for a moment before frowning a little. “Huh? What I don’t understand…” he spoke before looking to Haku, shaking his head. “I-I don’t have a girlfriend! Why does everyone think that way about those sorts of things?? Ohhh…” It wasn’t as if he was able to remember her all that much, he didn’t even know if she remembered him in return. He had changed a lot since his adventures into outer space so it wasn’t as if he was going to be remembered in return by a lot of people unless they were reminded. Groaning a little he rubbed his head, feeling a little less confident about meeting people on top of his whole lack of confidence about his training. He needed to get rid of that if he was to meditate properly, he knew that much about the whole process. Looking to Haku he stared at him for a moment when he tried to give his reassurances as well, his antennae twitching in response before he slowly ran his claws through his hair. “The real me? I-I’m not that much different than before…” he spoke lowly, smiling a little, “I just have a little trouble keeping the same form…and maybe my people find these orbs kind of freaky I mean…what are they made of? They feel like glass but aren’t and they’re not bone and-…I feel like I’m going off on a tangent…I need to find focus again! I shouldn’t think about my looks too much! Although I do miss wearing clothes and not having to worry about destroying them…that would be nice. I just wonder how much I’ll change if any at all, I think that’s what I’m most scared of…” -- Aito had no reason to treat him this way. He was supposed to be trying to help him, not send him over the edge. Just what kind of psychology was that, anyway? He wasn’t a child, he understood what words meant and how they meant to people, he knew about jobs and all that too so why was he being picked on for his own beliefs? He was supposed to be able to fight and be able to accomplish something with the skills he had, so just what was all this talking about doctors and their jobs supposed to do with his when they weren’t born to be one? It frustrated him, he just wanted to go but if he left that would mean he would also fail at this. He was stuck in a state of confusion, he didn’t know what he wanted and what was the best decision, all he knew was Aito was not helping and only making him hate his own existence even more. “So you purposely only gave me the power to kill humans but everything else I’m terrible at?” He really was just some kind of monster if that was the case, some strange abomination with a whole host of abilities that was only suitable for killing off the weak and helpless in great numbers. If he could barely win against actual warriors but could decimate cities then what other purpose did he have? He didn’t know what he was supposed to be if that was the case, he had always told himself that he wasn’t an abomination because he was supposed to be the perfect warrior, but it seemed he wasn’t even that. Running his claws through his hair he growled in irritation when Aito thought it was appropriate to change the subject, one that just had him left confused. What the hell does that have to do with anything…” he muttered lowly, shaking his head, “I don’t know. I don’t view myself as anything with them. I just exist. Takeshi just wants to beat me at everything when he remembers I exist, Shu doesn’t have the social skills to think of me as anything, Vegeta just recognises I exist because of you…I don’t know what the hell Yumi thinks of me. She’s said before, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s pity or what…”