T’charrl lowered his head, sighing a little before gasping when the book was slammed shut. He didn’t know if he was alright with this, mostly because it would be causing unnecessary stress to the spirit when it wasn’t really its fault even if it was a relaxant. Everything that he had to do was going to cause the spirit stress anyway, even if it understood it was necessary to find balance. It wanted balance, it had said a lot of times that it would want that especially when its home was destroyed and had nowhere else to go. He felt rather sad, so many people were doing these things for him and trying to make things better just for him, even the spirit tried to help him keep in control when things were going mental. Feeling pretty sad about it all he kept his head low, his antennae twitching when the King decided to address the spirit to reassure that it was going to be okay through all of this. He didn’t know how to react to that, or rather he didn’t know how he wasn’t supposed to when he was being talked to but also not talked to at the same time. Raising his shoulders in embarrassment he soon released them with a sigh, scratching his head. “I don’t even know if it can hear you right now so uhh…I-I’ll try to remember to pass on the message?” he spoke before groaning, shaking his head, “Ohhh! I will try my best! I really will I’m just nervous I don’t know if this’ll come out alright! Even if you say it will, you can’t predict the future! Ohhh…I hope everything works out in a month. I really needed some combat training too. I don’t really know close combat well and uhh, a lot of fighting in space requires it since using weapons can be seen as dishonourable. Is that possible…?”

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Viral didn’t know if Aito was listening to him much, whether just picking up on key words or just ignoring everything he was saying in favour of getting through this quickly. He probably knew everything that he was going to say and had it all planned out, he was probably more concerned with getting this over and done with quickly. He did wonder how much Aito tolerated of him if it took just fixing him up once for him to not want to do anything with him other than bully him for a little bit to show off his strength. He hadn’t done anything with him after blasting him in the face when he tried to attack Krom. As he recalled Aito wasn’t even worried for him after delivering that blow, he didn’t even show remorse for what he did all because it was Krom. It was always going to be the same, he wasn’t going to be able to feel like he was being helped with how little Aito showed any care or emotion. All this talk about getting him back to his prime was hardly going to do much anyway, it all might as well be false promises to try and make him feel better. “Hmph, you’re certainly confident about that, like you know you’ll succeed…” he spoke lowly, hardly sounding the same confidence, “And you really think people will want to spar with me. Hmph…they won’t do it willingly! How will it help me improve too? To have some random fight me just because you think it’ll make me feel better. I’ll train with someone…but I doubt it’ll go well. Who the hell would want to train with someone like me? Even you gave up when I couldn’t hit you!”