Shu was pretty excitable about going home, even if it might only be for a short time and it was just to get their friend some help. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just meant their time might be brief if Viral gets help pretty quickly and everything else is wrapped up pretty well. Shu did wonder whether he’d get anything for his phobias and nightmares that had built up ever since his experiences, but maybe all he needed was to talk to his brother some more about it. He was definitely not completely without bad memories from his time in the laboratory, but it was probably nothing like Viral had to go through since they wanted to keep the King’s son alive and didn’t care much when it came to Viral. 

Feeling a little distracted for a moment, he quickly looked back again to Takeshi, shaking his head a little before giving a smile, “Oooohhhh, it’s gonna be smelly, huh?” he spoke, tilting his head a little, “I remember it good! I do…it was nice”. He did remember being first introduced to the house and thinking it was brilliant, even if Takeshi wasn’t too fussed by it in the first place. He did hope the house was still there and not gone, considering that happened a lot with his old home and how they needed to move everytime, “Pay bills? Bills…who’s that and why do you need to pay them…? I miss being able to have bananas! I want bananas when I get back…yum yum yum…”

Viral knew he should had been trying to eat, there was no reason why he wasn’t eating other than his own memories sparking his mind into madness. He needed to eat, there was way too much that could happen to him if he didn’t eat and yet he was just too cowardly to do so. He was ashamed of himself, especially when it was all the meals he enjoyed so much when he was feeling alright. He was not healthy, he couldn’t keep his mind together and along with his hunger, there just wasn’t much keeping him together anymore. Slowly moving to lean his head on his only working hand, he stared at the table as Yumi spoke to him, insisting he’d try going blind and being fed like a child instead. Looking up at her, he frowned a little before slowly sitting back, not exactly sure how he was supposed to take that method.

Feeling a little stuck and somewhat embarrassed by that suggestion, he looked to Vegeta when he decided to butt in himself and give him a few choice words. While Yumi was going for the motherly approach, Vegeta was just straight up giving him facts. Frowning a little, he let out a sigh and looked away again, “…I know. I can’t get away from it”, he spoke, sitting up again, “Have you ever thought of straight up blasting me if that ever happened…or are you still against such a thing?” It was just a complete lose/lose situation with him, his fears taking over him to the point where he may as well had been locked in a room where he couldn’t hurt himself or others. He was just feeling depressed at this point; his anger had practically widdled away into a shameful little corner. Slowly rubbing at his chest, “I’m not a coward…I can’t succumb to hunger. Just…do what you need to do, force it down me for all I care! I just need to be forced…like giving a pet its medicine…”