Kai didn’t really know what to suggest, nor did Choi know what he was supposed to say. Choi didn’t know much about things like that and just kept his problems to himself while Kai just wasn’t qualified to try and suggest anything that could be done. Neither of the twins had education, they had learned everything just from picking it up. Kai letting out a sigh, he turned around once Vegeta had taken the plates, looking between Yumi and Vegeta before he shrugged a little, “Hmm yeah, just think of it this way; there’s something out there that’s beyond mental manipulation and just trying to talk it out of him”, he spoke, “It was probably not a good idea telling him about it, anyway. Would you like to be told you have a mental issue that was a hindrance? You could always drug him up? Maybe he just needs a break?”

Choi looked between the group, feeling a little lost but now caught up that the others had caught onto the fact that Viral had PTSD. It should had been fairly obvious, but then again they probably hadn’t had the time to observe him compared to all the other reports of Viral being out in the field. He was often sadistic and cruel, causing more destruction than what was needed and stressing out when things didn’t go his way; now that Viral was down, however, that sociopath had disappeared and was now depressed that he couldn’t find that strength anymore with flashbacks haunting him without using violence as a mask to hide it. Scratching his head slowly, he frowned a little before sitting up properly, “If we could find a doctor from the Empire, then we could possibly find a cure for him?” he asked before slouching again, scratching his head, “But that’d mean infiltration and what not too…and where? The ship we came from is heavily armed and large and then there’s the nearest planet which is a hell of a lot farther away…heh, maybe Kabocha knows better”.

Viral’s little burst of anger had hardly brought him any comfort, his mind still buzzing and everything feeling like a giant weight on his shoulders and pushing him down very quickly. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, he really needed to go elsewhere than have to feel guilty over Yumi. He didn’t mean to upset her, he didn’t even know what he did but now she was going to be unhappy for the rest of the day despite being quite happy before he was called down. Letting out a groan as he slowly rubbed his head, a voice not too far away distracted him completely as he turned around. It was Takeshi, probably just coming back from his little mission and feasted on whatever Yumi had made inside. He couldn’t be bothered with this, but maybe it was just going to be a simple question instead of something that was only going to demean him further. Grumbling, he moved away from his spot, going towards Takeshi’s voice, “What do you want, Takeshi…”