Shu gave a little nod as they continued onwards, his mind not quite settled on the fact that they were basically looking for evil rather than finding it. Sighing a little bit as he looked around, the thought of the rock not actually being something they should sell confused Shu a little bit. The Queen had mentioned they should sell it which meant getting money, it would had been good to do that but if not then he didn’t know what the rock could be used for. He couldn’t exactly play with the rock, it was too awkward to play around with but he’d trust Takeshi in knowing what they should do with it. As they gradually made their way to the base, Shu came to a halt when prompted to, his eyes on Takeshi the entire time before it was safe for him to keep going. It was hard to understand, he was a Saiyan too but he needed to be told he could finally go through and see the General.

Shu didn’t know what to make of the General still, he wasn’t anything like the other one they had met and had a much colder air about him. Maybe that’s just what the military were typically like and the underground city’s one was just an exception. Slowly moving around his brother when they arrived, Shu stared at the General before letting out a squeak when he was noticed, his eyes going to Takeshi before he slowly moved behind him, tilting a little to see the General. Frowning a little at the insinuation that he wasn’t allowed to be here, he stared up at Takeshi as he spoke, knowing it was a lie but not exactly something they wanted the General to find out. Sighing a little, he moved a little out from behind Takeshi, nodding at the General, “S-Sorry if I shouldn’t be here, s-sir…”

There was very little that Viral felt he could say about it, his mind was in such a confusing place right now and he couldn’t actually fathom what he was supposed to feel about it all. Whether his memories were fake still confused him, he shouldn’t had been able to fall for false memories when he should had been smart enough to tell the difference. His main problem was what Vegeta had told him about what he did, he might had been able to handle his sudden mutation better if he hadn’t been told such a thing. There was so much still burned into his mind, the trial had just managed to break his mentality even more. He didn’t need to go into depth over stuff like that, maybe just speaking about a few of his problems was enough to get her to let go.

Yumi had said it quite plainly; he was the victim. He didn’t want to be the victim, he was supposed to be the one who would come out the winner but how many times had that actually happened. Letting out a mild groan, Yumi moved away slightly to look at him to which he felt quite a bit of regret for talking about his experiences. All he had managed to do was make Yumi upset, he didn’t want that to happen. Looking away from her he shook his head, letting out a sigh, “I’m not afraid…I didn’t want to die…especially to them…” he muttered, keeping his eyes off her, “Unless I’m just a walking corpse…hard to be certain…”

Just when he thought he was free to move around again, he was sure enough taken away off to another room, this time one where he could finally sit down and try to relax himself some more. Slowly sitting down on the couch, Viral let out a sigh and slowly moved his hand to the back of the neck, his eyes only getting to close to a moment before Yumi clang onto him again. He was feeling confused, he thought she was done with that but it seemed she still wanted to keep him close to her incase he tried to run away or something. Closing his eyes again after looking at her, he frowned as she spoke, feeling fairly uncertain about his own future at this point, “Strong…?” he questioned as if the very concept had become completely foreign to him. Opening his eyes to look at her, focusing on her hand holding his as she continued to try and comfort him, his mind not finding it too easy to concentrate on the positive side of this. There she was talking about how he was afraid again, he didn’t want to be considered afraid of speaking but rather concerned about letting others know about it. Letting out a groan he looked away again, his claws gently rubbing his eyes, “I can’t protect you, I’m weak…I am not as strong as you think I am”, he spoke, growling slightly, “Everyone is stronger than me, I can’t fight…I’m useless in battle, always losing. Since when have you seen me win a battle without coming close to eating my opponent? I can still taste their blood…the very thought of food disgusts me…even food defeats me! I can’t come out the winner, but I’ll sooner die in battle than cower and beg for mercy…”