Shu didn’t know when he would be able to open his eyes, but he definitely didn’t want to end up with his eyes stinging and smelling of the nasty stuff. He was fine with getting washed with water, but using something strange to wash his hair was like using mud during washing under water already. Squeaking as Takeshi rubbed the liquid into his hair, smiling a little as the foam built up into a relaxing lather, all of that was suddenly washed away when he was turned around and blasted with water. Raising his arms up in surprise, he shook his head quickly before letting out a sneeze. He wasn’t used to the foam at all and it tickled when it ran down his nose, “Do I have to do this a lot…?” he asked out, not entirely sure he would be able to do it himself, “I have a lot of hair…” Feeling a little confused, he let the water run down his face before opening his eyes again, hoping it was okay. He didn’t know if he was okay with that, his hair was just pretty flat now and whether it still had stuff in it was definitely questionable. Staring at Takeshi, he watched as he shifted between bottles before giving him soap instead. Staring at him for a moment, he soon took hold of the soap but it went flying up into the air, Shu trying to grab it multiple times but it continued to fly up through his grip.

T’charrl wasn’t entirely sure how he should feel about their injuries, not knowing whether he should feel bad that he didn’t have the energy to heal them up. The others knew he could, yet they were purposely avoiding the subject probably because he was terrible at doing it and sapped all their energy away just to heal a few injuries. Letting out a sigh, he dropped his head a little and raised his arms to get the water underneath them, “Well uhh, I-I hope they’ll be okay”, he spoke, turning around again, “I’d hate to have a dislocated arm…I mean, having two sets of arms compared to your species, having one dislocated means the other paired with it hurts just as much”. He didn’t want to mention it if they weren’t going to, it was their decision whether they wanted to spare the energy for him to use and right now they all needed the energy. Letting out a sigh, he turned slightly as if trying to guess what was happening in the other cubicle, “Is everything okay in there…?”

Viral didn’t think Vegeta would understand what he meant; he was the one who was responsible for keeping him functioning but he couldn’t possibly know what he was supposed to be able to do before he was sealed. There was probably a lot that had been implanted into him that was yet to emerge, but what he could do couldn’t possibly had come from his parents or whatever knowledge that Red Ribbon man knew, “So you’re practically saying…I’m reverting back into a killing machine, right?” he spoke, frowning a little, “Unlocking it or emerging by itself…just what’s the difference? All he did was reveal what was hidden within me…and I was regarded as an Elite for that, the only artificial creation to ever be given such a title!”

Viral could only feel just that little spark of confusion that could only rise from being unable to comprehend just where his abilities were coming from. He could create things that no one else could and warp his body to gain different and new techniques, but surely all those things were something that Vegeta’s parents never intended for him to have. Following the shadow with his eyes that was Vegeta, he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, nearly drifting away, “…Then, how am I supposed to find that control…” he grumbled, opening his eyes again, “I am supposed to be a capable fighter…of capable mind! And yet I’m not; I’ve completely lost my mind”. He could smell the alcohol on the cloth as Vegeta prepared his treatment, only frowning a moment when the urge to have a drink to forget all his problems immediately came to mind. He wouldn’t be allowed to do that, they’d probably worry that he’d develop an obsessive habit, seeing as how he was a pretty obsessive person already. Closing his eyes a moment as Vegeta gave his cut a look, he flinched when Vegeta touched it, even if it was gentle, “Damnit…I don’t know! I was punched by a giant rocky fist…what do you think will happen after that…”