T’charrl raised his shoulders up, feeling pretty embarrassed over the whole topic. He wasn’t used to talking about these things, especially with his dad which somehow made things all the more worse. He was not really used to social issues altogether even though he had a whole load of them under his belt. “Ohhh, this is embarrassing…” he muttered, rubbing at his cheeks as his other claws took a hold of a few plates of food, “If she’s interested in me will she even be like that later on too when I actually start to understand it? I don’t even know if I like her, I know nothing about her…ohhh this really is complicated…” He really didn’t know what he was supposed to do about something like that, he could barely remember what she looked like; then again, he wasn’t interested in love yet so never did look when barely anyone looked at him in return. Feeling a little worried that he was just going to let someone else down he went to eat a fruit but let out a gasp. “I-I don’t need to see pictures that far back! This energy may cloud my mind regarding my looks, but only to what I was like immediately before everything…” he sighed, looking to the fruit, “I will put in all effort I can! I’m sick of feeling tired all the time and always hungry. I will try my best too, I just…worry whether my body will be able to keep up. It’s kind of worrying what I’m capable of, you know? I don’t want to say ‘strong’, just…out of control. I don’t want you to get too close if something goes wrong…”

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Viral felt like he might as well simply give up trying anything, knowing he had already fulfilled a rather minor duty and couldn’t accomplish the other. Maybe he was obsolete, that had to be it, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing so badly with little way to improve. He didn’t think he had felt improvement in his technique in years now, he was just stagnating a little below everyone else. Takeshi could probably beat him in a few measly minutes if he wanted to now which would cause any interest Takeshi had in him to vanish completely again, seeing how he was training with an Elite. “It doesn’t matter what way you put it, if I managed to accomplish that task then that’s really what I was best for, isn’t it? Otherwise it seems pointless, placing something that was designed to kill in with children…” Nobody would want a creature built to destroy in with a bunch of kids. He wouldn’t had needed such things if by design he was built to fight. He was just going in circles with this now, his mind unable to settle on what he was made for any longer now that he had been given those two options. His desire to find a concrete reason for his existence was all the way back at square one where he was questioning his ability to fight and trying to find answers for his existence.

“It was not only Vegeta…I was deemed a waste of resources by a fair number of employees. Vegeta just made the idea final…” he muttered, simply wondering when he was going to leave at this point, “I was doing nothing for the company except costing them money and making Vegeta stressed out”. He didn’t want to go into it too much, he knew there was much worse considerations that were made but that would just get Vegeta in trouble for what was obviously a lot of stress on his part and having an itching that he was the cause of the deaths of Vegeta’s parents. To be considered to be taken apart and destroyed would just set Aito off even more, making this whole session feel more like a tattle on Vegeta session. Only looking to Aito briefly at the mention of taking control of the corporation he was back to looking elsewhere, his interest fairly minimal as Aito tried to get serious. “Of course, even Vegeta is more capable…” He certainly had the short end of the straw when it came to fighting ability, even Yumi was growing as strong as him and would probably be surpassing him soon. He was lagging behind everyone and there wasn’t much he could do about it, much to his pitiful dismay. Looking to Aito when he began to question him again rather than throw business at him he sighed and shook his head. “I do not hold the same level of decision making someone like you might have. I have always been taught to follow orders or be punished for going astray! They know I cannot be properly integrated into society without being driven mad and warriors require orders or else they be lead down to destruction. I used to see myself as a warrior, but now I don’t know anymore. I certainly am a weapon, but one that has become broken and obsolete. Even Enki was tossed around by Takeshi like it was nothing…”