T’charrl felt pretty bad, especially when it meant he had been ignoring someone for so long. He didn’t like being the one in the wrong because it affected him even more, leaving him feeling absolutely terrible and unable to shake it off for a while. He just thought nobody wanted anything to do with him before all these things happened, he was fairly plain and not very good looking so surely he couldn’t attract a mate. Sighing a little, he looked to his father, staring at him as he reassured him that he wasn’t going to be a danger or put in danger himself during the training. He was not strong enough to contain his emotions properly, his body was pretty weak too especially compared to Garesh. What he was definitely worried about was he would get kind of beefy like Garesh was when he had the energy, something he was simply not wanting to happen when he already had forms where he looked quite beefy and didn’t want to be like that by default. He was quite happy with his physique, even if he felt he was pretty unappealing to everyone.

Looking to Haku he slowly tilted his head to the side before slowly dropping his head, sighing a little. “I guess…I just…try really hard not to…” he muttered, not feeling terribly confident. Staring at the food for a moment he looked up when Haku talked about his experiences, not really knowing where it came from but feeling embarrassed about it anyway. It took a lot of work to try and keep his sanity whenever that happened, it was like his mind clouded and his vision became sharp and he only saw red aggressive splotches. If he was to keep himself from going all over the place he had to change on purpose, but that rarely ever happened. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do to get that part under control but whenever it happened he was barely able to control himself and struggled to speak the common language. He just wasn’t smart when he was transformed. Tapping his claws together as Nema made some suggestions he slowly looked up at him, giving a little nod before watching him go through the book again. He was a little worried whenever he reached into that book and to hear of such a distressing sounding herb just made him even more nervous about screwing up. “Go numb…? Even the spirit? Oh…I don’t want to hurt it…but…I-I guess that’s the only way to go about it…” he spoke lowly, looking down at his claws, “The spirit isn’t bad, but everything that people keep saying about it makes it sound like it’s a nuisance. It’s a nice person, it doesn’t mean to be a nuisance to me or others…”

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Viral didn’t much care about Aito’s little story, feeling pretty jaded to everything at this point. Even if it was supposed to be a life lesson and a way to say he could do it too he still felt at odds with this state of belief. He wasn’t a Human, a Saiyan or anything that was a regular species, in fact he wasn’t even a species. The common public wouldn’t accept him no matter what kind of job he was in, if he could ever manage another job. His experiences as a warrior didn’t prepare him for other jobs nor did it give him a stable enough mind for them, he was instead at a crossroads where all directions headed to an unknown fog. That was his future in a nutshell: just full of uncertainty and no direction. Just how was he supposed to improve himself as a warrior? Throw himself at more battles? Everybody hated him doing that so what was the point? He was made to kill despite being told not to kill yet all of his abilities were orientated around killing in the most efficient way possible. “Explore my options…either fight or honourably discharge myself. Those options seem like the only ones right now”.

If he didn’t exist everybody would have such an easier time with everything, even if he didn’t exist from the very start. Vegeta would have parents, nobody would be in space and suffering and everybody would be getting on with their lives on Earth. Vegeta wouldn’t had needed to suffer so much if he didn’t exist, Aito would still be running the company like he wanted. He was just getting angry at himself with this subject, scratching at his neck pretty roughly as Aito continued on with the referencing as he tried to somehow inspire him to keep going while also agreeing with his negativity. “A sword can only be sharpened so much before it breaks. How am I supposed to get better? How do I get stronger when it feels like I’m at my limit? I can’t even hit you in a fair fight anymore. I’m nobody’s equal, nobody will train with me because I don’t have Ki or they’re scared I’ll claw their eyes out. So what, does that leave only you able to because there’s nobody else? It’s hard to tell whether you’re actually wanting to do this or whether you just feel it’s in your duty to bother with me. You’ll be the only one who will be fighting me to try and improve me…heh, isn’t that funny though. I probably made you much stronger than you ever were because I killed you…while the fact that I was frozen has made me degrees weaker and unable to climb back to that strength…”