"I am not making excuses, Lieutenant. It was a perfectly legitimate request, so I accepted it. You can't honestly blame me for that." How embarrassing, he was losing face in front of a fair amount of their crew. This always happened, Sayomi always ended up winning when they argued. What bugged Korian more was the fact he was certain she knew she'd win, and she enjoyed their doing this. He could scarcely do anything about it, and per usual he wasn't just going to back down and let it be, more inclined to continue arguing for whatever reason. Indignant when she snapped back at him the Commander's cheeks reddened quite a bit, his mouth forming a tight line before forcing a small smile. "Nothing, [i]Lieutenant[/i], just making sure you remember who is in charge here," Korian replied, albeit it didn't sound terribly convincing. He was far from whipped, but when it came to butting heads with Sayomi that was one opponent he couldn't defeat, no matter how much he tried. Finally caving at last he stepped closer to her, leaning down and whispering while trying not to glance back at their crew. "Do we [i]have[/i] to do this in front of everyone else? Can't you just leave it alone?"

Leto was having a difficult time conveying the rebel's rules of engagement, as it conflicted greatly with his own knowledge as well. He'd picked it up fairly quickly to ensure he wouldn't be cast aside, but even so in his mind he was quite accustomed to killing an opponent. "Yes, only the truly wicked ones are slain, as they should be. A man can only tolerate so much ill-gotten behavior before he has to put his foot down after all! We give all but the most sinister people a second chance, and you should as well. Good people can be made to do terrible things, this war has made me realize that more than anything." For a moment the Yulian simply looked at T'charrl, an almost sympathetic look spreading across his face before he looked away. Clearing his throat once more Leto placed his hands on his hips, then began to walk back towards the group's renovated ship. "You shouldn't want to see war, T'charrl. Soldiers don't revel in war, we do it because we must. Men are able to reign in their impulses and recognize that they should be reserved when it comes to battle, I hope you understand that."

Takeshi did wish that Shu wouldn't keep saying the "f" word, as his own stomach grumbled in response to the suggestion. Putting his hands on his belly the older boy smiled sheepishly, giving a nod of his head. "Yum food indeed... We've definitely got to go get something to munch on." Meat, bread, or even fruit, he really didn't care what it was at this point. Turning around the Saiyan began walking towards the ship, his hands laid out on his stomach as he daydreamed about food. A nice big roast, or a ham, and a mountain of mashed potatoes. A large fish, a dozen loaves of bread, oh he really hoped they had [i]something[/i] on board. "If there's no more sacrifices then yeah, the kids ought to be safe," Takeshi mused, glancing back at Shu happily. "We can see them before we leave, if you want to. I'm sure that little guy would love to say goodbye. Er... Testa or whatever his name was..." It had been fairly hard to understand what was being said, their broken speech made it a bit tricky to follow. Shrugging his shoulders Takeshi stopped just outside of the ship, dropping his hands to his side and turning to face Shu. "So how about this: We go back and get clean, then we help everyone make a huge dinner! And maybe when we finish we can play a little before bed, how does that sound to you buddy?"

Yumi tried to be a little playful and supportive, hoping to cheer Viral up. Per usual it failed, only serving to agitate him more than he already was. "It's irresponsible that we let you fight...?" she repeated, looking at Viral confused. For a moment she just stared at him before frowning, stomping her foot on the ground and pointing accusingly at her friend. "You're always so upset and dejected if you're NOT fighting, so we let you because we hope it makes you happy. And now we shouldn't be letting you fight? How is that going to help if your problem is not fighting, or not being able to? Gah!" Grabbing hold of Viral's chair she turned him back to the controls, rising out of hers angrily. Wobbling a bit as her body was still tired she went out of the control room and to the side door, smelling Takeshi and Shu just outside. Grabbing the latch she nearly threw it open, looking at Takeshi testily as he stood there confused. "Get in you two, we've got to get back." After that she slipped over to the impromptu bunks, sprawling out on one and immediately turning her back to everyone. She was mad at Viral, and herself, and pretty much everyone right now. Everything they did to try to help Viral didn't work, and now he was saying that they were in the wrong for doing any of it. So what in the hell were they supposed to do for him? Just let him sit in his misery and rot?

Takeshi was left looking pretty dumbfounded at Yumi, having no clue whatsoever as to why she was in a tiff. Were he not afraid of having a fist down his throat he might ask what the problem was, but decided it was best left alone. Giving Shu a puzzled glance he shrugged his shoulders, tentatively stepping inside the ship and promptly heading for the control room. Since Yumi was in there fuming he figured he could pilot the thing, avoid getting lashed out at. When he spotted Viral in the main chair though he hesitated, instantly double thinking his decision to come in here. Given the choice between the two he decided to remain where he was, sinking down into the second seat and looking out the window to see if Shu was coming in or not. "Want to trade seats...? You deserve a chance to relax, I can get us back to the ship," Takeshi said, not looking Viral's way as he spoke.