T’charrl felt pretty bad right now, he knew how awful it was to know such a thing and did thought telling his parents would completely turn them away from him. He could only give a little nod to his mother in response, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do about her and his father knowing about that. Letting out a sigh, he looked up at his mother a little, “I never got to make real friends, so they made friends with me”, he spoke in a mutter, still feeling a little sad about it. He was going to be in so much trouble if anyone else ever found out, he knew it was a scary thing to be able to do and something that was completely dead in their society. Looking to his father quickly, he froze on his chair, giving a tiny nod at what he had to tell him. He didn’t want to be treated any different than being the Prince that often got in trouble, but what was worse was the possibility of his parents treating him differently because he could do something that was considered vile and scary, “I-I won’t, I swear”, he said quickly, giving his head a shake, “I don’t want to disappoint anybody, I didn’t even want either of you finding out”.

When Takeshi spoke up, the air was vastly different as he was instead trying to encourage his odd ability. Looking to Takeshi curiously, he looked to try and understand his intentions before looking to his mother, wondering a fair deal to what Takeshi was on about. To him, it sounded a bit like he was saying it was amazing because he wanted to use it himself, but he didn’t know to what extent exactly. Feeling a little nervous by that, he rubbed his chest, his mother addressing him instead. Giving a little nod, he let out a sigh to try and relieve the pressure in his chest, “Don’t I get a say in what I want to do…?” he asked out, frowning a little, “But…well, just the big tree so far, I think only trees with a lot of energy. It tells me stories and sometimes brags, but it’s nothing that someone else wouldn’t say”. Hearing his mother becoming almost annoyed over this, he felt compelled to sink away and almost try to mould with the chair itself, “Uhhh…l-like draw it to me and use it for myself! But it’s dangerous…uhhh, I-I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d hate it! I can’t explain it, I don’t train with it or experiment with it…j-just things I’ve accidentally done!”