[IC] Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

[GambolMuse]

Eslaria was grateful that fight had gone as well as it did. If she had to be frank she'd expected a fair bit more difficulty considering who they were up against, though it seemed all the talk behind the general's elite forces was just that. It would have been nice if they hadn't had to take so many lives today, it was a shame when someone on either side of this war had to pay the ultimate price. Then again these men were likely amongst the most unwaveringly loyal to their cause, any chance of talking it out would have been moot. No longer being attacked it was finally time to assess what had happened, and see to their fallen heroes. It astonished the Queen that they'd been taken down so brutally, being vaguely familiar with the strength of Saiyans by what she had heard. It certainly had to have been an ambush to do this much damage, the damned cowards. Eslaria glanced at Takeshi for a moment, essentially the only one still coherent and conscious at this point, though even that seemed questionable as medicine began to work its magic. Dishearteningly Shu looked to be out cold, goodness knows what damage had been caused to put him in that situation. Lastly there was the curious man with them, someone she hadn't seen before. In his brief exchange T'charrl had been frightened by a sudden lashing out, retreating instead to his friend's aid. The man looked to be running on instinct, probably not quite all there from bloodloss.

Against her son's warning the Queen approached Viral, going so far as to check his wound as he lay there. Unlike when T'charrl checked him he did not lash out at her, though in a hazy state he did question her. "I'm saying you're brave, and you have my admiration." Eslaria explained, smiling gently. There were times to be hard, as she normally was, and then there were times for sympathy; this was one of such times. A man as wounded as this had still tried to help his friend, clearly having dragged himself through the dirt towards Shu. That garnered a great deal of respect and deserved recognition. "I am Eslaria, I'm the queen of Kaesstria. Or rather, my sect of it. The men behind me are my husband, Garesh, and our captain Katas. And this..." she paused, reaching over to put an arm around T'charrl to pull him close. "Is my son, Prince T'charrl. We're friends of Shu and Takeshi." By association, she hoped, they were allied with this man as well. She couldn't feel any energy like her son, but there was enough power from Viral's presence alone to recognize he was a strong warrior. Fierce too, judging by how easily he'd frightened the prince. Eying the hasty bandages wrapped around Viral's waist the Queen released her son, looking at the Beastman carefully. "Will you allow us to treat your wound? We can clean it and bandage it. I'll be fair to warn you though, it'll sting."

"Katas...? Help me over there will you?" Takeshi asked, looking up to the man. He'd wanted help walking really, and being picked up and cradled instead made him flush indignantly. Not quite in the state to protest he let himself be moved over, gesturing groggily to be set down with his friend and brother. It felt a little better to be on the ground, and whatever T'charrl had given him had made the wounds stop bleeding quite so bad. There was still the matter of five knives sticking out of him like a pin cushion. Once removed, he reflected grimly, he was liable to bleed again. Gritting his teeth slightly as he fought to sit up he looked over at Shu's still unmoving form, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He was alive, that much was apparent, but what damage had been done to him? Feeling tears prickling at his eyes the Saiyan turned his head away, instead facing Viral somberly. "Thank you Viral... For trying to help him..." he whispered, sniffling slightly. He'd been such an idiot, not paying attention. That ambush should have been obvious, and why had he stepped again after setting off a trap? At the moment it felt like this outcome was his fault. They all may be alive, but they were most certainly worse for wear. "Seriously... Thanks." He may not have made it to Shu, but as far as Takeshi was concerned the effort to do so was just as valuable. It might embarrass or annoy the Beastman to hear it, but right now the boy was indebted to him. "T'charrl...? When you're done with that... Can we get these two home? I need to get to the general... He's going to pay for this."

[Mogtaki]

Viral wanted nothing more than to be able to stand on his own two feet again; to lay so helplessly on the ground was the lowest point he could get to without having the blade still protruding from his stomach. It had gone completely through, it was a wonder that he was still alive. His unique body did make surviving otherwise fatal injuries possible, but it was still a very small possibility and whether he’d last any longer was a mystery. With as much concentration as he could muster as the Queen spoke to him, he slowly looked back at her as she introduced herself, his eyes looking to the two aliens behind her before to her son to whom looked a little frightened still.

All of it was so strange, but he was probably going to end up having to be with them a little longer if he was to survive and with the offer to help him in the air he was positive that would be the case. Opening his mouth to speak, he hesitated a moment before inadvertently let out a groan, his eyes shutting momentarily, “I care not if it stings…I’ve felt worse…” he spoke, finally coming to grips with what was being said, “It runs right through me. If I had any possible shred of honour left for what had happened…I would have asked you to just put me out of my miserable existence…”

T’charrl was frightened, but he also frowned when Viral spoke. The bad energy he had felt had not been an off reaction, but rather something that was constantly changing and was now in a fairly sorry state. It had been so aggressive before and on the verge of changing into something worse, but now it was down to the ground and almost cowering like a frightened animal. Tilting his head a little, he looked up to his mother before down at Viral again, gaining the courage to speak up, “Don’t say that…a-and don’t fall asleep either! You have to stay awake…”

There was still a sense of urgency about all of this, especially when one of them was in dire need of medical attention and the other was needing to carry around a set of knives inside them. Watching as Takeshi took a moment to look at Shu before talking to Viral, he cleared his throat before he looked to his mother, frowning a little, “We’d have to either take them to the city or to their house, but their house is probably closer”, he spoke quickly, giving his mother a quick nod, “I-I can fly and carry one of them, my arms are pretty strong still from the training and using my cane…but Shu would need to be moved gently just incase his brain has been damaged worse than I thought. He’s only a little guy…”

[GambolMuse]

"My son is right, don't you dare talk like that. It's accepting defeat." Eslaria chastised gently, standing up herself. "You have more honor by not succumbing to your wound, friend. A coward dies when struck down, a true warrior continues to fight because they refuse death. The fact you're still with us is a testament to your strength and worth as a warrior, and never forget that." How odd that he would be so defeatist. Unfamiliar with the situation surrounding Viral she almost would say that he was overplaying his wound. Grievous as it may be if they covered it now there was a distinct possibility of saving him. The man's anatomy was a mystery to her, but she could assume it had missed all major organs, considering he was still alive. "Keep talking, you must remain awake. We will get you all home, don't you worry." T'charrl readily agreed to it, and Takeshi reaffirmed the idea with his request. They'd be taking him as well, as the stipulation of leaving no ally behind fell to him as well. While admirable that her son wished to help the Queen wasn't certain who he could carry. Both Shu and the man were in critical, leaving only Takeshi. Looking to the Saiyan she wondered how heavy he might be, also taking into account the injuries he had sustained. "My son can carry you, Takeshi, if you'll allow him. Will you be okay to fly?"

Takeshi lamented a moment longer as he watched Viral, the Beastman's lack of hope reflecting on his self blame. He'd been improving and now this had to happen, which probably had erased all progress. What would the others say when they found out what happened to Shu and Viral because of him? Already he could imagine being cursed and yelled at, possibly even made distant from them as a result. Having a heavy heart he looked up at the Queen when spoken to, nodding his head slowly. "This isn't going to kill me..." he mumbled, referring to his wounds. Looking down at the knives again he debated on removing them then and there, wanting to be rid of it. Knowing the bleeding would start once more and there were limited medical supplies however he opted against it, keeping his hands both on the ground and over his shoulder wound. "I can direct you where to go, if you take me." Takeshi explained to T'charrl. "Just be careful, yeah? We've got a place on the edge of town... But they might be there too. I don't want anyone else getting hurt if it can be helped..."

"Admirable, but you don't need to worry about us." Eslaria responded, smiling. "The three of us have been doing this longer than you've been alive, and T'charrl is no pushover. There is a reason after all we hold the ranks that we do. It is not like people in the city who buy their prestige, ours is earned in blood and battle." Proud as that fact may be once this matter was over it would have ultimately very little significance. Merit would still influence who held a position of power, sure, but a lot of it too would be based on popular choice as well. Eslaria removed both of her swords once more, holding them fairly loosely as she turned to her husband. "Take Shu, Garesh, and be gentle. Support his head with your arm and fly slowly, you don't want to jostle him. And you Katas..." she paused, looking over at the captain. "Take their friend. I'll fly behind you all and keep an eye out for anyone else, are we understood?"

"Of course dear." Taking his duty very seriously Garesh walked to the fallen boy, looking at him sadly. He'd seemed like such a cheerful and bright child, perfect for his son to befriend. Now seeing him like this was depressing. "You poor boy..." he sighed, shaking his head. Kneeling down the Kaesstrian carefully slid one arm under the monkey boy's head first, another under his upper torso. The third went to his waist, and the final supported his legs to keep his entire form as straight and supported as possible. Stretching out his wings he looked to the others, waiting for the cue to move along.

Katas nodded his head, smiling politely as he approached Viral. "But of course, Your Majesty. I'll be as gentle as a I would with a newborn." With a severe wound and size rivaling his own the Kaesstrian had his work cut out for him, trying to think of a suitable way to move the Beastman. Eventually he took an approach similar to Garesh's once his wounds had been temporarily covered by the prince, cradling his passenger to his chest in spite of being soaked in blood. "If I may be so bold, I agree with our Queen. I recognize a great warrior when I see one, and you fit the bill," Katas said, chuckling cheerfully. "When you are back to full health you must come back here with the others! I would be delighted to fight you and see just what it is you're capable of!"

[Mogtaki]

Viral stared up at Eslaria, his expression a fair deal solemn upon listening to her. He knew all that, but he found it all still hard to believe when he had been beaten down so many times. He had tried hard to protect Shu, but in failing that he had failed to protect himself as he was blinded by his own mental state. He felt ashamed of himself, he didn’t know what he was wanting anymore, “One can only refuse death for so long…” he spoke, closing his eyes for a moment before being told to keep awake. It was a lot harder to stay awake and talk than they would realise, he was on his last sliver of energy and even then his tank was slowly emptying.

Letting out a groan of irritability, he looked slowly towards Takeshi as everything was discussed with him over their plan of action. It was probably going to be worse for him considering he was going to have to confront Vegeta and Yumi like this, that is if he managed to live long enough until he got home. Frowning a little, he slowly rolled his head back over, “Keep talking…what of…? It’s…painful enough to talk…” he muttered, feeling gradually fed up with listening to his own voice, “…At least I didn’t eat anything…or you’d have to deal with more than just blood…”

T’charrl smiled slightly at Takeshi, trying to make him feel confident over what they needed to do and hoping he would trust him with carrying him. It wouldn’t be too hard, the guy didn’t look too heavy and he was fairly confident that he could hold onto Takeshi without hurting him or shifting the knives, “Edge of town? You’re lucky you left tracks too instead of…uhh, ‘flying’…? That thing you do without wings?” he questioned him before he began to fly himself, attaching his cane onto his side as he moved to hoist up Takeshi, trying to keep him as straight as possible while also supported, “Plus my mother’s right; I only got caught before because of a similar way to you getting ambushed…and you can see how that worked out…”

With everyone sorting themselves out and picking each other up, Viral could only stare at their fuzzy forms as he continued to struggle to remain conscious. His rescuer was going to end up being the stranger alien of the bunch, his eyes staring up at him with a frown on his face at his words. He didn’t know whether to feel confident in his words, but if the man was willing to pick him up along with the mess he was carrying on his clothes then hopefully things would go fast enough. Wincing as he was picked up and slowly lifted into the air, he could still feel a spark of embarrassment over the way he was being held. Letting out a groan, he looked up at Katas, narrowing his eyes a little before he moved his head away, “Possibly…but, I doubt you’d want to see what I can do”, he muttered, “What makes me a ‘great’ warrior…? Me moving pathetically across the ground…or failing to protect others…”

[GambolMuse]

From the ground to the air Takeshi never thought he'd be so reluctant to be flying. He was certain that T'charrl was trying to be as accommodating as he could, but the Prince jostled him a few times as they moved along. "I'm the only one that can fly out of the three of us..." he explained, his words a bit sluggish. "Shu forgot how, and Viral was never able to. So yeah, we had to walk." In hindsight he could probably have carried both his brother and the Beastman easily enough though. Had they been in the air it may have been more difficult to ambush them, and being more maneuverable then it would have been easier to avoid things. It was an oversight on his part, having gotten too complacent and not even thought to take any precautions. Now because of his folly Viral might die and Shu might have brain damage, he couldn't care less what was wrong with him right now. "When we get there... We've got to find Vegeta. He's as close to a doctor as we've got." Even then it would be a sorry excuse for some medical treatment. At most their wounds would be covered, but actual treatment was beyond them right now. They'd have to find a legitimate doctor to get themselves fixed, and having no idea where one was in town, save for the military base they might be out of luck.

"You moving pathetically? No, that was just pathetic." Katas retorted, smiling as if it were a joke. His expression then changed to a more sympathetic one as he kicked off of the ground, falling in behind Garesh and T'charrl. "In all honesty I can tell you are a man of great bravery. Even if you may not be the strongest of this group of yours bravery is just as valuable as raw strength. If you lack bravery then all the power in the world is useless to you, but you can be brave without power and still be a force to be reckoned with. A great warrior is one who is brave even in the face of danger and adversity, and it doesn't get much more dangerous than having a pit in your stomach." Speaking of the wound there was a distinct puddle of blood now soaking into Katas' robe. What a shame, he mused, that his favorite outfit was being soiled. He loved the garments he had on now, even if they were a touch flashy for someone in his line of work. Looking on he smiled thoughtfully, picking up the speed ever so slightly to keep in pace. "As for your failing, everyone fails. Even if its repeated time and time again it happens to everyone. What's more important is that you're still trying, even after failing. That's commendable, as any average person would give up by now I'd think. So you're brave and you persevere, and that my friend is what makes you an exceptional warrior."

Not having made it too terribly far from the house themselves it took two minutes at most to reach their residence again. As it came into view Eslaria ordered everyone to descend and they'd go in on foot from there. Thankfully the coast was clear between their landing and the home, as fighting with three injured people to care for would have been a nightmare. Their was a sense of anxiety no doubt in everyone as they approached the door, being vividly aware of just how deep they were in enemy territory at the moment. Whatever fear the Queen may have held wasn't allowed to manifest itself, and with head held high she walked right on up to the back door, giving it a good banging at. "Is anyone in there? Open up!" she demanded, scarcely hiding her voice.

It took a second, but finally Vegeta went to the door to investigate, followed closely by the remainder of the group. Upon opening it they were rather confused at first, and confusion then turned to surprise and shock at seeing the injured trio beyond Eslaria. Picking up on their concern she stepped aside, letting the others hurry past her to see to their friends. Vegeta went directly to Viral, in a bit of a panic gesturing for Katas to set the Beastman down. "Holy crap Viral..." he mumbled, kneeling down at his friend's side. They had only been gone for a short time and somehow they'd come back in deplorable condition. Eying the wound on his stomach the Saiyan rubbed at his forehead, understandably a bit flustered by what he was being given. "Okay... Okay... Uh... Did it pierce through? All the way?" he asked, looking up at the man who had carried Viral. Judging by his soaked shirt and how weak the Beastman looked to be by bloodloss he'd say it was a yes. That severely complicated things, as it was now a rather large wound as opposed to a gash. "Crap... Viral? Are you healing at all? Can you tell?"

Yumi meanwhile had made a beeline for Shu, seeing as he was the only one not moving or conscious for that matter. Her concern for Viral was evident too in her stare in his direction, but with Vegeta tending to him he should be okay. She tried to take him from the alien's arms, but he shook his head and kept a secure grip on him. Recognizing it to be the general Garesh she sighed, reluctant to leave Shu be but knowing he was in good hands. What in the world had happened to them? Viral had a huge hole in him, Takeshi was still imbedded with knives and Shu's head and neck were wrapped up to the point of concealment. Tentatively she reached out once more, just taking one of his hands in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Shu...? Shu can you hear me? It's Yumi... Please wake up." If he was out completely then it was going to be a moot effort in trying to rouse him. Seeing someone you considered to be a baby brother almost be this badly hurt though really got to you, and Yumi was on the verge of tears hoping he'd come around. "Come on Shu... Say something..."

Shu and Viral were getting attention, as they should be. Aside from passing glances Takeshi was by large left on his own, again as he felt it should be. Save for the passing glances he was getting he was simply kept in T'charrl's grasp, doing naught but keeping a firm clasp on his one open wound. Hearing Vegeta becoming unnerved and Yumi nearly break down twisted the knife so to speak. He already blamed himself for what happened to them, and seeing his friend's react to his mistake only served to add fuel to the flames. Sighing somberly he looked away from them, down to himself and the knives in him. He might try to pull them out himself, but by doing so he'd reopen wounds. With care for the others being more on his mind than his own he didn't want to make anyone have to step away to see to his idiocy. Instead he looked right up at T'charrl, managing a weak smile. "Thanks... For patching Shu up. I appreciate it."

[Mogtaki]

T’charrl was trying to accommodate Takeshi’s difficult situation by flying gently along, but sometimes it wasn’t all that smooth when there was the odd tree and the feeling of having to carry another being that was pretty much the same weight as him. He was as careful as he could be, his other set of arms holding onto Shu’s stave as he carefully flew while taking care to keeping a lookout for anyone that might think to ambush them, “Really? So flying among your kind is something you learn? We gain the ability when we’re teenagers”, he spoke, tilting his head in interest. He didn’t know much about them, he didn’t even know what the other guy was and Takeshi didn’t have a tail like his brother, “Vegeta…? Okay. Just keep your muscles relaxed as much as possible and he shouldn’t have problems helping you…I mean, the knives would be blocking your blood flow so the damage should be minimal…”

Viral was struggling a fair deal, the extra elevation was even making him feel a little too light-headed compared to earlier. He was having trouble keeping his head together and even Katas was beginning to get a little fuzzy, but the biggest difference was he didn’t want to die so pathetically by falling unconscious. Letting out a low pained groan as Katas continued to speak, he stared up at him with a frown before he let out a sigh, “Not…the strongest…? Hmph…I’m just…having a bad few weeks…” he mumbled, slowly trying to raise his hand up to his stomach, “Is that supposed to be a joke about me being void of a stomach right now…” Viral wasn’t having a great time right now, he could really do without being carried by a guy in flashy clothes who made jokes when he couldn’t slap him for it. Resisting the urge to cough up blood, he let out a groan as the pain continued to run through him all the while Katas continued to talk to him, “You…say that…but then…when battling is the only thing you’re good at…that’s all you want to do until you die. You…know no greater shame…than constantly failing…”

With the house not being too far, T’charrl arrived first after his mother but was fairly nervous about being this close to the city and so much out in the open. It was completely nerve-wracking, the last time he was this far towards the city he was being dragged away. Frowning a little, he slowly few closer to the ground, still holding Takeshi as he looked up to his mother in hope that she would be able to protect them if something happened; however, everything seemed to be going well as the expected person answered the door and immediately let them in. Frowning a little, he dropped to the ground and slowly but surely limped on into the house with Takeshi. He could at least try and walk properly, hoping to get on to somewhere where he could put Takeshi down and begin treating him properly, “Don’t worry! You’ll be back to being as good as new for someone like you”, he smiled, feeling fairly confident that he could treat an alien, “I have training in first aid!”

Viral was fairly out of it, his senses had been coming and going and all he wanted to do was give up and fall asleep. He knew it would be extremely bad for that to happen, but he was so drained of blood that things were not looking too good for him. He could only stare at Vegeta as he immediately approached him, the feeling of his back against a solid surface proved all too painful to handle right now but he was too weary to complain. Staring at Vegeta, he frowned before his eyes slowly looked away from him as if in shame. He didn’t want to arrive into Vegeta’s presence in this state ever, it was a terrible dishonour. Slowly looking back to Vegeta when he questioned his wound, he merely frowned before looking away again, “…Yes, it did. Their weapons are strong…” he muttered, trying to make up an excuse to why he fell so quickly to a blade. He was feeling incredibly weak, he didn’t even know how to answer Vegeta’s next question and instead lifted up his injured arm, looking at it, “…Well…my arm is…”, he spoke before dropping it, “But…I don’t know about this hole in my gut. How much longer…do I have…”

Shu looked fairly quiet as he lay in Garesh’s arms, the bandages hardly doing him justice to how at peace he appeared. The bandages were only showing a little bit of bleed through them, but otherwise it was dry and hardly a concern anymore. Without giving Yumi a response as she spoke the first time, her hand giving his own a little squeeze in hopes that he might wake up. It was a good thing he wasn’t snoring, he may had ended up causing way too much concern after falling asleep when hit on the head hard enough. Remaining fairly quiet as Yumi tried to get him to wake up, his fingers twitched a little when Yumi spoke a second time as concern swept through her voice, “…Ohh…dinner…?” he whispered eventually, his eyes still closed.

T’charrl watched as the others were sure enough tended to by their respectful peers, meaning T’charrl was going to have to help Takeshi in any possible manner. Smiling a little, he moved along and gently placed Takeshi down as Takeshi spoke, “Huh? It’s no problem, I mean…I do what I can to help”, he smiled, pulling forward his large pack and searched through it, “I hope you’re fair prepared for this, it’s a lot of wild remedies I use and some of them can sting a little”. Reaching in and pulling out a separate packet, he scooped out a strange green slime on two claws, looking to Takeshi’s open wound before wiping it down with it, making sure the slime went into the wound itself, “You’ll be repaired in no time! It stops further bleeding and encourages wounds to close. How’s that feel?”

[GambolMuse]

"Kind of... I don't really know how the rest of... Our race learns it. I was taught by someone at a young age..." Not even by another Saiyan, he reflected, but a human. Takeshi felt relatively okay as they flew through the air, as little to no pressure was applied to his wounds. It was upon their descent to the house that any real pain was felt, enough to make his face contort though he bit back any noises he might emit. Eslaria wasted no time in getting to the door and banging on it, apparently throwing caution to the wind now that they figured they were safe. For a brief tense moment there was a legitimate concern that their home had been attacked as well, though seconds later when Vegeta came to the door those fears were brushed aside. It only took a second thereafter for things to register, and rather hastily everyone was brought inside in order to be seen to. To Takeshi's chagrin he was separated from the rest of the group, being brought into one of the side rooms and laid out across a low table. Again there was a fair bit of discomfort from being jostled, but he'd deal with it. Comparatively speaking he was fairing far better than his friend and brother, even with the poison in his system. Perhaps the toxin wasn't strong enough to debilitate a Saiyan completely, as he was able to move and clearly was not dead, albeit rather sluggish and ragged.

In the dining room Vegeta was making use of the kitchen table as his temporary operating room. Once Katas had set down Viral he immediately began to inspect the Beastman's wounds, his worst concerns seeming to be coming to fruition. He'd suffered a rather nasty wound by the looks of it, and whats more his healing was either slow to get into gear or simply not working whatsoever. In order to close a wound like that he needed stitches, or worst case scenario it could be cauterized. The latter came with a great deal of pain though, and in a weakened state from loss of blood it was likely that Viral would pass out. Not losing absolutely all hope however Vegeta offered his friend a small smile, carefully adjusting the bandages to look at the wound. "Now that you're here you're going to live, but you're going to be in pain for a while, obviously," he stated. Upon peeling back the wound he got an earnest look at the injury, and it was most certainly unsettling. It was hard not to grimace, showing only a look of concern. "I hate to say it, but it's going to stay open until I get the means to seal it. And... We really should disinfect it. Or have they done that already?"

Yumi was in an abysmal mood at the sight of Shu. He was supposed to be lively and chipper, not this... This lifeless boy before her. There was a definite hesitation to really touch him seeing that he'd sustained a neck injury, but there was an equally large desire to try to get through to him as well. "Garesh...? Can you please set him down somewhere?" The general followed her to the family room, carefully placing the young Saiyan out on the couch, flat as can be on the cushy surface. Kneeling at his side she took one of Shu's hands in hers, giving it intermittent, gentle squeezes to try and get through to him. Pleading was another means of doing just that, but by the looks of it her words were falling on deaf ears. Sniffling sorrowfully Yumi lifted the hand to her cheek, holding it close as she stared at Shu's face somberly. Then, by some show of mercy there was a slight show of movement, and soon thereafter his fingers brushed up against her cheek with a small twitch. "S-Shu...?" she asked, almost afraid she'd imagined it. A bright smile crossed her face then, letting out a nervous laugh as she lowered his hand, giving it another squeeze. "You can hear me.... Yeah? Open your eyes Shu, you're safe now."

Laid out and off of his feet Takeshi felt a little bit better now. How he'd feel while T'charrl was yanking knives out of his body was another thing entirely. Staring up at the ceiling he turned his head to watch the prince get some things out of his pack, curious as to what was going to be done to him. "I can handle a little sting, don't worry about me," he retorted, trying to be more confident than he actually felt. Once applied he could see what the Kaesstrian meant by sting, though that was a understatement. Burn might have been a better word for it as it was applied, and having the gel seep into the cuts only made it worse. To keep himself from having a fit over it all he was gripping the edges of the table, biting down on his lip. Thankfully he finished applying it, though there were still five more wounds to go. Forcing a small smile Takeshi shrugged his shoulders, wincing and mentally berating himself as he agitated the wound. "Like I said, not too bad," he lied, fidgeting a bit. The burning sensation was already dwindling down, and in its place a cool and soothing feeling. Looking at it he could only see green goop caked around the injury, surprisingly some of it was being absorbed into the wound and skin itself right before his eyes. Sighing he laid his head back down on the table, closing his eyes. "T'charrl...? Listen... We need to get the general now before he finds out what happened. I'm good enough to go get him, but I need you to help me. Treat my wounds later, let's go get that creep."

[Mogtaki]

Viral didn’t even know if he was going to live any longer, he had serious doubts that anything was going to happen that was positive out of all of this. He was practically split in half, he couldn’t feel his legs and all the rest of his body was in incredible pain. Closing his eyes for a moment before forcing them open again, he tried to keep himself awake as he looked to Vegeta again, “Pain…? Like it matters…” he muttered, looking away again. He could only listen to what Vegeta had to say, he didn’t know how to feel about his plan but could only trust him into doing the right thing, “…Hmm…I thought as much…” he muttered, looking back to him, “I don’t know if anything was done…I blacked out for a moment. I had a weird taste in my mouth…but…I think my body tried to change again. I could had healed my wounds…but I still struggle to remember or keep control. I couldn’t do it…”

Shu had a very solemn look about him, his body still barely moving and yet the sign that he was definitely alive and capable of waking up. He was barely moving, but the signs that he was waking up was good enough for everyone else. As he was moved elsewhere, he was finding that his world was slowly coming together as he was hearing Yumi’s voice again and that his mind was finding its way back to the planet. As he was placed on something comfortable yet lonelier than Garesh’s arms, his eyes had yet to open up as he smiled a little without actually knowing where he was or what had happened, “…No…m-maybe…” he muttered gently, his eyes slowly opening up; the whites of his eyes were a little red as if he was really tired, “….A-Am…I okay…? I’m…really hungry…”

T’charrl was pretty happy to help Takeshi, smiling away as he helped him with his wounds. He would have to be quick when pulling out the knives, going to the one in his leg that would hopefully be the least painful, “You sure you can?” he spoke calmly, hoping he wasn’t hurting Takeshi too much as he reached for the knife, “You know, we may not have space travel yet…but we have a lot of nature’s bounty behind us to help”. Listening to what Takeshi had to say, he tilted his head a little before pulling at the knife as one hand reached over and forced the goop into Takeshi’s wound, “You are? You might want to wait for whatever they did to you to disappear, because if you die against the General I really don’t know if I can manage against him”, he nodded, giving him a quick look, “You’re not just saying that to get me out of doing this to you, are you?”

[GambolMuse]

"Okay... Okay, so we don't know if it's been cleaned or not yet... And if we move you to do that you may lose more blood." Oh this was stressful, far more so than Vegeta was ready to deal with. As optimistic as he wanted to be there was the very real fact that Viral could die right here if something wasn't immediately done. They had very few options available to them right now, none of which were going to be particularly pleasant for the Beastman. It was at times like this he sincerely wished that he knew a bit more of the nuances about just how his friend's powers worked, then maybe he could offer more words of advice. "If your healing still has a chance of working then we've got to try that... Otherwise I could cauterize the wound for you? It's going to hurt like hell, but you'll stop bleeding then." That would be a last resort of course, as it would be highly unpleasant for everyone involved. Plus with the risk of doing more harm than good other options certainly needed to be explored before they resorted to that. Rolling up his sleeves to get ready for whatever may come Vegeta sighed, looking at Viral with visible concern. "It's your choice, tell me what you want me to do. If you're up for it I'll seal the wounds now, just bear in mind you'll end up with some scarring. And if there's anything internal it won't be fixed, your natural healing will have to take care of that."

"You got hurt Shu... But you're safe now, and you're going to be okay." Yumi blinked back a few tears as she let go of the boy's hand, reaching out and ever so lightly stroking his cheek, anything to give some comfort. "You were hit in the head and have some injuries, but you're going to be fine. Just lay down for now, okay? We'll take care of you." Poor thing, he was only partly awake now, the blow to his head definitely leaving him dazed. It was hard to tell just yet, but thankfully it didn't seem like he'd suffered any real brain trauma. A little shaken up understandably, and that seemed to be it. Yumi was hesitant when the subject of food came up, not quite sure if he should even be eating right now in his state, or if he could. "Just hang on one second, I'll find you something." Garesh was there, so she could leave with a fairly calm state of mind to dig up a snack. Going right down the hall and into the kitchen she stopped short of entering, unnerved by seeing a properly bloodied Viral laid out on the table. She'd think that she might be okay with sights like that, but maybe because it was someone she knew rather well it bothered her quite a bit. Yumi was so busy looking that she jumped when Vegeta spoke to her.

"Everything okay Yumi?" Vegeta asked expectantly, frowning in concern. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah... I just want to find some food for Shu." Finding it especially hard seeing Viral like that she turned away, going to the icebox and cabinets to try and find something. "What can he eat Vegeta...? He's got a neck injury I think..."

"Something soft then. Or if he can wait some soup, he can't do anything really solid."

Giving a nod of her head Yumi went in search of some fruit, opting for the tenderest piece that she could find. Carefully pressing into each to test its consistency she finally settled on something no harder than a banana. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for now. Passing back by the table she took a pause, summing up the stomach to look at Viral, trying as best she could to ignore the bloody gouge in his body. "Vegeta's going to take good care of you..." she spoke softly, smiling as she gave the Beastman's hair a light stroke. "Just stay calm and... And you'll be fine." As much a reassurance for herself as it was for Viral, once saying that Yumi returned to the family room, and in turn to Shu's side. Relieved that he was still partially awake she took one of his hands again, holding the fruit for him to see. "I'm going to feed you, so please don't move too much. And eat slowly, you don't want to choke." Making sure to take it slowly she moved the fruit so Shu could take bites out of it, smiling tentatively.

"Yes I can handle it... Give me some credit..." The medicine had definitely been a bit intense, but nothing that really caused him any great harm. Letting out a soft chuckle he glanced up at T'charrl, quirking an eyebrow as he spoke. "Is that right? I guess you do. I'll give you guys this much..." he paused, closing his eyes as he lay his head back, "You know your medicines." Hopefully it was going to prove to be enough to help Viral, and Shu for that matter. If the medicine here was no good then gods know where else they could go. In their states too it was hard to imagine transporting them anywhere really without risking harming them further. Being cut from his train of thought as the knife was yanked free from his leg Takeshi hissed in pain, biting down on his lip again. Taking a punch or kick was easy, it was a blunt force and at most caused bruising. Being stabbed was much worse though, and just as bad to undo. Like before the medicine was applied with a bit discomfort, but mercifully that didn't last nearly as log as before. His wounds were already feeling better, and while he didn't want to look he could guess they might be healing, even if only minimally. That was enough for him to propose going after the general, a plan that T'charrl was quick to question.

"No, I'm not trying to get you out of this..." Takeshi mumbled. A bit dejected he looked away for a moment, turning to the wall as he stared at the grains silently. "T'charrl? It's not that I don't appreciate this, but I can't just lie here. I'm wasting time and the general needs to be stopped." He'd already attacked them once, what was stopping him from doing it again? They knew precisely where to go, and if they had more troops like the ones from before then more people were liable to get hurt. His friends, people he was supposed to be able to protect. Clenching his hands into fists the Saiyan blinked a few times, angry that he felt tears at the corners of his eyes, and angry with himself. Unable to do much about it he looked back up at the Prince, feeling the damp streaks on his cheeks. "It's my fault they're hurt... Shu and Viral..." he whimpered pitifully, hitting the table with what little strength he could muster. "What if Viral dies...? Then it's my fault, because I got us into that mess... And... What if Shu... What if he..." Takeshi couldn't find it in himself to suggest anything about his brother. Even thinking about it was too terrifying, but he couldn't help it. Viral would die, everyone would hate him. Then to make matters worse Shu may be paralyzed, or in a coma, or... He might even die too. "Don't you see? This is all my fault! I have to go to the general... Other people might get hurt! I have to stop him...!"

[Mogtaki]

Viral was just beginning to stress out at this point, the very idea that he was so close to dying just haunted him and what was worse was his body wasn’t healing as fast as it could do. He hadn’t ate food in a very long time and that could had easily been affecting his healing, then there’s the fact that he had just recovered from great internal injuries. He now had another internal injury; for some reason, fate was telling him he wasn’t destined to live much longer. Whatever Vegeta wanted to do, he couldn’t say anything to stop him from working his medical magic if he so wanted to. Frowning a little, he stared at Vegeta before looking to the ceiling, “Cauterize…? Hmph…is that so…” he muttered as if it really didn’t make much of a difference to him, “I am…not in the realm of caring about how I’ll feel. I’m already scarred…so why should I care?”

Shu was definitely more than just a little confused, everything in his world had been turned around and he was even finding himself confused over who the others were for a moment until he managed to see their faces. Yumi was fairly easy, she was close enough to him for her to recognise her, but he definitely did feel confused over what had happened to him. He felt fairly numb all over with the feeling only gradually returning like a slow wash over his body, his sore looking eyes just staring up at Yumi with a difficult to read emotion on his face without the use of his body language, “Oohhh…my bad…I should be more careful…” he muttered, smiling a little. He wanted to move his arms but those hadn’t had their feeling return to them yet, his muscles all feeling too tired to move while his mind was only gradually starting to recover, “I’ll lay down…am I laying down…? You’re so nice…”

Viral had barely realised Yumi had come into the kitchen before Vegeta spoke up, his eyes turning towards her as he gave her a quick look. She was certainly taking this a lot better than she usually did, she was usually screaming or going full out angry at them all for going out and getting harmed pretty badly. Watching her for a moment, he let out a sigh and looked back up to the ceiling. She was probably trying to be optimistic, he didn’t think he could ever be like that considering what had happened and how easily it had managed to happen. Just as Yumi was about to leave, he looked to her when she spoke up, looking a little pale as she did. He could only think she looked like that because of his wound, frowning a little as she stroked his hair before promptly leaving. He didn’t know what to make of that, it was definitely something he was particularly distraught about when she was trying her hardest when she was trying to be brave. Letting out a pained sigh, shutting his eyes for a moment, “Just…do what you can. If I must feel more pain, then so be it…”

With Shu not all too sure where Yumi went for a moment, he spotted her come back to him when he was just beginning to feel alone again. Smiling a little, his expression changed when he spotted the fruit to a particularly curious one, “Ooohh…yummy…” he muttered, staring at it right as it came up to his face before managing to take little bites out of it, looking fairly slow to chew and even react to being able to have even more. It was like he was in slow motion compared to how he usually was, his eyes still curiously on the fruit.

T’charrl was still a little curious to what Takeshi was on about, finding a little curious to Takeshi saying he could handle the pain when he was obviously having a little bit of trouble. Maybe he should had given Takeshi a much more powerful painkiller, but then again he’d probably be rendered near to unconscious or incredibly dopey if he did that. Moving around calmly to the next knife in Takeshi’s other leg, he smiled a little as Takeshi spoke, tilting his head a little. He didn’t quite understand what he was on about, the General wasn’t going anywhere and it didn’t appear that Takeshi wasn’t realising that. Letting Takeshi speak, he reached over and gave his head a little pat before going straight back to the knife, “You so silly, what do you mean?” he spoke calmly, taking a hold of the knife but not removing it quite yet, “You didn’t send the soldiers onto your friends, so how can it be your fault? The General sent them, not you. Are all Earth people like this?” he questioned him before pulling the knife out and quickly coating it in some gel, “Shu’s energy flow is still there along with his mind. He’ll be fine. I don’t know about your friend, though. I haven’t been able to look at his mind, but his energy is quite low”.

Tossing the dagger casually to the side, he moved around Takeshi again but instead moved his hands over his head. Summoning up his energy, his hands glowed for a moment before he removed them, tilting his head a little, “Your energy is flowing not too well, it’s still blocked by whatever was on those knives. You’d only get killed by the General and that wouldn’t be too good, would it?” he spoke, nodding a little, “Yes…that wouldn’t be good at all. The General isn’t stupid enough to send an attack this close to the city. He wants the city people to like him, yes…? He’s probably waiting for word back on the attack, but soon he’ll find out no word will return to him. Don’t you see? We have time and you have warriors to protect you too. You should rest and take care of your friends, make sure they don’t blame themselves too. It would be bad if they went to find the General before you could, right?”

[GambolMuse]

Yumi smiled weakly when Shu apologized, shaking her head to try and tell him otherwise. "You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." she replied gently, lowering the fruit for him. "Just go ahead and eat for now, okay? We'll get your strength back up." It was unnerving how unlike himself he was, she supposed a head injury could do that. It was like even just having a simple conversation took every ounce of strength he had right now, meaning he'd certainly not be doing anything else for quite some time. In a hope to alleviate his aching body she had brought him a soft fruit, holding it within easy distance for him to nibble at. Thankfully Shu took the food without caution, his brace causing no problems in swallowing either. Knowing he was getting some nutrition helped to calm her own nerves, even being able to giggle a bit at how innately adorable he looked, injuries aside. "I'm just taking care of a friend, that's all. But thank you for the compliment." Hopefully they had more of these fruits lying around, as usually Shu's hunger was fairly great. Then again this was far from a usual situation, he was barely moving compared to his usually bubbly self. "Shu? Do you not know what happened to you...? Can you remember?"

"You should care because it's going to hurt like hell," Vegeta stated, sighing. "I don't want to do this, I'll be honest. But if we don't stop the bleeding now it's going to get worse. So... I'm apologizing beforehand, okay?" If it was to save Viral's life then it was necessary, but that didn't make it easy. Placing a hand directly over the wound he grabbed his other hand, exhaling and closing his eyes, not quite wanting to witness the flesh being seared. A welcome distraction decided to interrupt them in the form of Yumi, and the Saiyan took the opportunity to put off the process for a moment longer. She was asking about food, for Shu to be precise, which was good. That meant he was conscious and at least moving slightly. The interruption was brief as could be with their friend only looking for a singular fruit, the softest that they had. Yumi made it a point to come by and speak to Viral herself, trying to cheer him up in her own little way before departing. It was a bit surprising how well she was handling this, Vegeta subconsciously agreed with Viral. Upon seeing their friends in such poor condition he'd normally assume she would go out to find those who had done it, but this time wasn't the case. Perhaps she understood they needed attention, not revenge. Or maybe with everyone who had come back with their friends she may have already guessed that the attackers had been dealt with. Whatever the case she went back to tending to her injured companion, meaning Vegeta had to do the same.

No more distractions, he had to seal this wound. Replacing his hand over the injury Vegeta smiled uncertainly at his friend, wondering if he'd be able to take this. "I don't doubt your willingness to take the pain... I just worry what it might do..." Slowly and gradually he gathered his Ki into his palm, just enough that it might make his skin glow with a faint hue. He'd keep it all at the surface level, meaning there would be nothing like a blast or even an orb of energy created. By focusing enough of his power however Vegeta knew he could create heat, enough to sear flesh, or in this case mend it. Once he could feel his own heat he bit his lip, lowering the hand to come into contact with the Beastman's flesh. Almost instantly there was an audible searing noise as the energy went to work, quickly causing the skin to burn and close up promptly with no small degree of discomfort. He did his utmost to ignore the noises to no avail, nearly pulling his hand away on more than one instance. When the deed was finally completed he quickly pulled back, looking at Viral worriedly. "I'm sorry! That didn't hurt too badly, did it?" he asked. Gathering the courage he looked down at the wound to inspect his work. There was little solace in seeing it covered up, as it was really just a temporary and very painful solution to the problem. It did mean at the very least there would be no more bleeding externally, which was as much as they could hope for. And to think they still had to do the back...

Takeshi lifted his head to watch the knife be pulled free, secretly thankful when T'charrl hesitated. Instead of doing his job he found it necessary to question his outburst, something that unrealistically he had hoped would just slide. Shaking his head in frustration he looked up at the Prince, blinking away tears as best he could. "I'm supposed to protect them... I was the only one who could really fight, and I failed. Both of them nearly got killed before I did anything! What kind of big brother let's that happen?!" To him the facts weren't important, it didn't matter who had actually sent the troops. In the end all he saw were his brother and friend injured, and his having been utterly useless to help it until the deed was done. Perhaps in good timing T'charrl tore the knife free from his body, making Takeshi grit his teeth and clench his fists as it was removed, relaxing a bit as the familiar gel was applied. It was hard to see it the alien's way, especially when he felt so truly about it being his fault. He hadn't been there until after the fact, he couldn't know how it had all happened anyways.

T'charrl moved around a bit, leaving the knives be as he decided to do something else. Takeshi held still as the prince placed his hands over his head, not sure what was happening but really too weak to do much of anything about it. It was true, but he was reluctant to admit it. "Tch... You're assuming too much about the general." he replied, turning his gaze away to look at the wall dejectedly. If the general knew he could squash the opposition by sending enough troops then would he really pause to think about it? Really, the Queen, lead general and prince were all now in one convenient location, easy enough to attack. Of course, there was a part of the situation he was overlooking as well. There was Vegeta and Yumi, perfectly healthy and able to fight, as well as the rest of his squad. Add those to the small group that had saved them and chances were nothing on this planet was going to cause any harm. He didn't like being innate while the others went about their business, but it dawned upon Takeshi he wasn't doing anyone any favors by stumbling about in his condition either. "Fine... I guess you're right... Just hurry up and get the other knives out of me then. The sooner I'm better the sooner we can finish this."

[Mogtaki]

Shu was generally pretty confused over everything, but he generally couldn’t be bothered to try and think about it when his head was feeling so cloudy; besides, he had fruit and even though he couldn’t move, it was hard to feel down about it. He had been hurt pretty bad before, so this was nothing new. He was really enjoying munching on something that was extremely soft, but it was a little sore to swallow sometimes. Letting out a sigh as he took in a deep breath, he looked to Yumi, giving her a little smile before looking rather confused at her questions, “Umm…what happened to me…?” he repeated, trying to suss it out for a moment, “I don’t remember…I woke up after going to bed…? Why are my friends here, anyway…? Weren’t we going to see Queen Your Majesty’s friend…? Did I try to fly again…?”

Viral didn’t know any way to make them happy other than to take the pain, they weren’t going to give up trying new things on him and to do that he had to just let them. If Vegeta thought it was best to cauterize his wounds then he would have to go with it, pain or no pain. Staring at Vegeta, his claws slowly scratching against the table before he let out a groan, shifting his head, “Don’t apologise…” he grumbled, trying to brace himself for the pain. He knew it would definitely be terrible, there were no other ways Vegeta could cauterize the wounds other than using his Ki. None of it could be worse than the pain he was feeling right now, it was inevitable.

Looking away and shutting his eyes, he held his ground until the burning pain finally arrived as Vegeta started up the treatment. The vicious burning pain ran up and down his body, concentrating directly where the wound was to mimic a searing flame destroying his flesh. He didn’t want to scream, but he did force his claws into the table, his legs finally showing signs of reaction as they kicked out. He couldn’t take it for any longer than a second; however, soon enough Vegeta finally brought it to a halt and left only a terrible burning pain forced its way onto his wound. Growling lowly with a pained expression on his face, he immediately looked to Vegeta when he asked up and gave the wound a look. Staring at him, he snarled as he pulled his claws right out of the table with a fair deal of force, “No it didn’t!” he snarled, his pained voice hardly hiding anything away, “Still the other side…right??”

T’charrl frowned a little, only really hoping that Takeshi would get some sense into Takeshi’s head. With the fact that he had nothing to do with what happened was just the peak of it, everything else just confused him. Moving towards the wound that was probably the worst one just to get it over with, he took hold of the knife in Takeshi’s stomach, keeping hold of it gently as he looked towards him, his other hand taking a fair share of goop. He wasn’t sure whether he was just blaming himself because he couldn’t blame nobody else, tilting his head slightly, “I may not know what it’s like to have a brother, but I still know what it’s like to have family”, he spoke calmly, “But I do know there are some things I can’t prevent happening to my family if I can’t be there to help. Were you sitting around watching it all happen? The way you tore up those guys showed you tried hard to protect them from further danger, you were also injured”.

T’charrl gave Takeshi a moment to recover from his last removal, letting him speak for a moment before he smiled at him a little, keeping the knife steady, “Well…don’t move”, he spoke calmly before removing the knife, immediately filling the gap with the goop and holding it in place until it all went in. It was a tricky wound to prevent bleeding, mainly because of how it was practically on internal organs; however, T’charrl continued to be confident and gave him a quick smile, “Excuse me? Who is the native here?” he spoke, shrugging a little, “I know the General and I know battle tactics and being with your friends really do help right now. He wouldn’t risk losing more men or himself by coming here at a moment like this. We’ll be able to get to him soon, okay? He needs to make plans, we need to make plans; we’ll be first to make the plans…that feeling better yet? Still a few more, but that was the worst one…”

[GambolMuse]

Rather than get an explanation it looked as though Shu just utterly didn't know what happened. That led to one of two possibilities; it had been so sudden that he couldn't have possibly registered it, or it had been such a bad blow that he couldn't even remember what it had been. Both were unsettling, making Yumi fidget uneasily in her spot. "You were attacked by the general's men..." she whispered softly, using her free hand to gently brush a bit of dirt off of the boy's shirt. "The Queen and everyone else saved you, that's why they're here. Vegeta is helping Viral right now, and T'charrl is healing Takeshi." Taking a pause she glanced up to ask Garesh a question about what had happened, surprised to see he had left the room, as well as Eslaria. Sighing to herself the Beastman went back to attending to her friend, smiling meekly as he took the last bite of the fruit. Listening to the rest of what the little Saiyan had to say a rather troubling revelation came to light. Seeing Eslaria's friend... Wasn't that what they had set out to do a few hours ago? Nervously Yumi set the core of the fruit aside, sitting on the edge of the couch and gently rubbing at Shu's hand. "Shu? Listen to me, okay? Tell me the last thing you remember doing. Did you go to see the Queen's friend? And what did you do after that?" Hopefully he knew that much, otherwise he'd lost a few hours of memory, and goodness knows what else.

Deciding it was really their only option Vegeta finally relented, opting to cauterize Viral's wound. It was probably the least enjoyable thing he'd done in a while, but with the alternative being his friend potentially dying he had little choice. Viral told him not to apologize, but that was easy to say now, just wait until the act was done. Using his Ki as a heat source Vegeta carefully gathered enough up to do the deed, searing the bloodied flesh and closing off the wound. During the process Viral tried to hide his discomfort, but it still showed through as clear as day. Unnerved by just how agonizing it looked to be Vegeta quickly drew his hand away, giving the Beastman an uneasy look. Asking the rather stupid question then of if it hurt got a perfectly justified and anguished answer. "Right... Dumb question. And yeah, there's still the other part of the wound to deal with." Hardly a thrilling prospect but a necessary one. Carefully grabbing Viral's side he turned his friend over, a fair degree uncertain about making him lie on his only recently closed wound. The longer they dragged this on though the worse it would be, and thus the Saiyan tore away the shreds of Viral's shirt to expose the rear end of the wound. "Here it comes." Again Vegeta let his hand hover just centimeters over the wound, summing up his Ki to create heat. As before there would be a rather nasty burning sensation, mercifully only lasting for a few seconds as the exit wound wasn't quite as large. When the skin was closed Vegeta took a step back, looking properly bothered by what he was doing. "No more wounds? That was the big one?" he asked, rather hopeful playing doctor was over with.

"I fell for a trap like an idiot..." Takeshi grumbled, still dejected. "A year of military training and I still fell for a basic trick. I'm such an idiot..." It was easy to lay here and rag on himself all day, but it wasn't doing anyone any favors. All he was accomplishing now was complaining and delaying things from moving on, as much as he might be angry with himself. Nodding when told not to move the Saiyan closed his eyes, bracing for the pain that was sure to come. In a deft movement T'charrl yanked it clean out, inciting another sound of pain from the Saiyan that was hardly relieved by the healing gel that was placed on it. With a sharp inhale through his nose Takeshi lifted his head again, straining a smile as he did so. "You're the native... I get it. And if you're confident we're okay then... I guess I got no choice but to lay here..." It was hardly what he wanted, but there was little room for alternatives. He wondered what the plan actually was now that they were all here. Was the general going to be taken into custody, or was he going to meet the fate of his men? With how things were at the moment Takeshi really wouldn't mind the latter, even if it might be a bit brash. Because of that man Shu was now in who knows what kind of state and Viral possibly clinging onto life by a thread. If either should succumb to their injures then it really didn't matter to him what the others wanted, the general was going to die. "Get that last knife outta me... Then we'll talk plans."

[Mogtaki]

Shu was alright where he is, even if he was resting in solid confusion. He didn’t really know what was going on and could only guess that he hurt his head pretty badly, otherwise it wouldn’t be so sore and he wouldn’t be the centre of attention in Yumi’s eyes. He felt a little guilty for not knowing, but it was definitely something that he wasn’t under his control right now. Frowning a little when Yumi told him what happened, he let out a sigh as he looked away for a second, just trying to give his thought process a moment before eating the rest of the fruit. He had hurt his head, he recognised that much, but forgetting everything just made him a little scared. Finishing off the fruit, he stared up at Yumi a little curious to what she had to say, “Umm…remember doing…?” he questioned her, letting out a sigh, “Umm…I remember…going to bed. Umm, I can’t remember much else…it’s so cloudy. My head is a little sore…”

There was so much pain involved; Viral really didn’t know if he was supposed to scream right now or just give up trying to survive. As his paw slowly moved towards his wound, his chest continuing to sear with pain, he knew he had to turn over still to get the other wound and to stop his blood from seeping out of his body. Looking to Vegeta as he approached him, he let him turn him over only to groan when he tore his shirt open, “Might as well…never wear a shirt…” he muttered before preparing himself to be burned alive by Vegeta. Shutting his eyes, he could only feel the intense surge of pain run through his body. He was already feeling the agony on the other side, now it was just completely running through his entire body. Clawing the table hard, he pulled his legs up a little as he tried to contain a scream before Vegeta finally finished. Feeling oddly exhausted, his claws remained in the table as Vegeta made a quick survey of his work. Feeling too pained to talk, he slowly moved his head before he let out a mild groan, “…N-No…none…” he spoke before shaking a little, “Now…the burns??”

T’charrl shook his head a little, “I even fell for a trap by them, but I don’t like to call myself an idiot. Maybe your friends would feel like idiots for falling for it too, though”. Takeshi was just forcing the blame onto himself, something that was probably not the best idea coming down to it all. It was just creating pointless negativity for him; it would probably make his friends annoyed too. Smiling a little when Takeshi made less noise than he thought he might, he nodded a little as he moved over towards the last knife, giving it a curious look before taking hold of it, “Well, if you are hidden in a house…the General still can’t see how many there are left of your group and it’d just create a nasty ambush”, he nodded, taking up some of the green goop, “You should eat after I get this knife out too. Even though your stomach got damaged, would much rather you’d be strong with plenty of energy to spare”. Letting no real pause through, he immediately pulled the knife straight out and filled the wound, smiling a little as he pulled away and took hold of a little cloth from a pouch, “There! I’m all done…unless you got something else wrong with you? I don’t know if I can do much for your friend or brother…”

[GambolMuse]

"It's okay, you don't have to remember everything. Don't get upset, what matters is now you're okay." Well, okay may not be the exact word for what Shu was. Movement was still a bit of a struggle and he was acting as though he'd just woken up from sleep. Yumi wasn't medically inclined but she knew that chances were the little boy had a concussion, but not entirely certain memory loss was an aspect of that. Hopefully it wasn't some kind of amnesia, that was the last thing they needed. Looking away from the Saiyan for a moment she glanced out the window, biting her lip uncertainly. Someone had done this to him, and that someone might still be out there. Her sense of vindictiveness was slowly returning now that the initial shock had died down, and the gears were starting to turn. Takeshi had mentioned before the general to be responsible, and even if directly he hadn't caused the injury to Shu he'd certainly had a hand in it. That was justification enough, she mused, to seek him out. Shifting her gaze back onto Shu she reached down, giving his nose a playful 'boop' before smiling gently. "We're going to finish things from here, okay? You got pretty banged up, so did Viral and Takeshi. So you're all going to relax and let us take care of things, all right?"

Vegeta was thrilled to be through with cauterizing, though now an entirely new issue faced them. The burns were now susceptible to infection and if irritated they'd reopen, meaning they needed to be healed now too. That was beyond him at the moment due to lack of any sort of supplies nearby. "I'll take care of those, don't worry. I just need to go find the others, they might have something to use. I'll be right back." Leaving Viral laying there bothered him, but they had to find something to soothe the wounds. Taking a last quick look to make certain there wasn't any bleeding any longer he turned and left the kitchen, hoping to find one of the aliens for help.

"You want me to eat...? How am I supposed to- Ack!" Takeshi let out a pained yelp as the last and final knife was torn out, flinching as a reaction before laying back again. At least he wasn't going to have to get any more removed now, and with the last bit of gel applied he may even begin to heal. Between the stress and pain food was for perhaps the first time ever the furthest thing from his mind. Besides, if his stomach was damaged then did he really want to eat anything? "I can eat once we're done. I won't die if I skip lunch..." he grumbled, still sulking a bit. Taking a peek down at himself he inspected the now covered wounds, his lips curling slightly as he tentatively lifted a hand and touched the skin around one of the wounds, wincing softly. Definitely still tender, if he was to get up now it'd only end badly. Being bed ridden was the last thing he wanted, but then again bleeding out wasn't exactly at the top of his list either. Takeshi shook his head, giving T'charrl an exasperated glance. "I've got nothing else. If you're done with me you might as well get going, if you can't help the others." He didn't mean to sound ungrateful, but there didn't seem much purpose to the prince being here if he wasn't providing aid. "Or, you can go talk to Shu, seeing as how he's your friend and all."

"Maybe he can come see Viral first?" Vegeta quipped, poking his head into the room. "I don't mean to intrude, but Viral could use some help, if you've got a second. I had to cauterize his wounds to stop the bleeding, but I've got nothing to deal with the burns. Think you can do something?"

Takeshi was a bit surprised that Vegeta came by, but also rather disappointed he had. Being faced with one of his friends the feeling of guilt returned, making him look away to try and hide his face in shame. "Can you do that T'charrl? Or at least try?" he asked hopefully. "Use some of the gel you gave me, it seems to work... I know Shu and I will really appreciate it if you give him a hand."

[Mogtaki]

Shu was feeling a little worried, he didn’t want the idea that he was missing some memory now to be a complete problem for them and that he’d eventually remember everything. Yumi looked especially anxious about it all, something he definitely wanted to prevent when he hated seeing people all upset over things that were related to him. Forcing a smile a little bit, he watched Yumi’s actions before frowning once more, feeling a little bit depressed all of a sudden. Maybe once this really bad headache cleared he’d be able to remember a little more, but as of right now it was a little hard when everything was buzzing and he didn’t have the strength to move. Watching as she directed her attention back to him, he smiled a little, closing his eyes when she touched his nose for a moment before looking up at her with a little concern, “They did…? Oh…finish things…? What do you mean? I don’t understand…”

Viral was probably feeling the pain a lot more than he should had been at this point, his now burn wounds were continuing to sear and make it incredible uncomfortable to remain where he was. Anything was better than this right now, probably even receiving the wound in the first place, but he was being incredibly quiet about it and could only slowly pull his claws out of the table as Vegeta quickly took his leave. He was a fair bit angry right now, both at himself and at everything that was happening to him. Everything was just getting worse; he had managed to be beaten by a bunch of aliens and couldn’t protect anyone, who knew how he’d do against soldiers of the King.

T’charrl felt pretty proud of himself; despite what Takeshi might think, he hadn’t actually done first aid to someone other than himself, especially to an alien. He did look to the kitchen to see what was going on there, but he was more hoping to wash his hands rather than see what was going on in there. The other alien was pretty scary; he didn’t know whether he’d be attacked again. Frowning a little, he looked back to Takeshi with a little smile, “Oh, o-okay. Your kind has really sensitive stomachs…?” he asked curiously, raising his hand a little when Takeshi winced before looking away again. Feeling a little put off by his reactions, he looked back at him before frowning a little, feeling a little rejected, “Get going…? Just like that?” he asked, looking away for a moment before gasping a little as Vegeta spoke up.

He didn’t really want to go and see Viral, even if the guy needed help. He didn’t have much of his medicine left and had only managed to grab a little more than the usual amount before he had to rush out of his home. Looking into his pouches, he frowned a little, one of his hands pressing against his cane, “Uhh…h-help him…?” he questioned him, his eyes going to Takeshi when he spoke. He was a little nervous to say the least; he didn’t know how he was supposed to treat someone who tried to attack him when he tried to help in the first place. Slowly but nervously moving to the kitchen, he stopped short of going in as he turned to look to Vegeta again, “Uhhh, c-can you maybe, umm…I don’t know, uhh, not let him claw me if I can help him? I mean, he tried before…so maybe just hold him incase he does…”

[GambolMuse]

Shu might be awake now but he certainly needed someone by his side for comfort. At least that was what Yumi was convinced of, and she wouldn't leave even with the growing sense of retribution nagging at her. After teasing a 'boop' on his nose she returned to rubbing one of his hands, anything for a bit of contact with the little Saiyan. "I'll explain, okay? I don't know everything though, so there's going to be some holes. You'll have to ask your brother for the whole story." Or perhaps it might be best that she get the brothers together, then they could relax together and Shu could be given the proper turn of events. "On second thought, I'll go get Takeshi, okay? I'll just be gone a second." Almost in a motherly show the Beastman leaned down, placing a light kiss on the kid's forehead before getting off of the couch and leaving the room. She knew the older boy was off in the family room, but she wasn't aware that Vegeta would be stopping by to pay a visit, or whatever he might be doing. Not wanting to interrupt she leaned up against the wall, humming while she waited.

"Nah, our stomachs aren't sensitive. I'm just... Not very keen on eating when some of my food might leak out." It certainly didn't feel like there was a hole in his gut, at least besides the ones on the surface. It would be incredible luck but it was possible that his organs had been missed altogether. Once he knew for certain then maybe he'd eat something, but only once he was positive it was safe. Once thing was certain; healing was going to take a little while. Even if only a few hours that was still time lost to confront the general, who know had properly dug himself into a pit. Having his own medical care finished Takeshi didn't see any further reason for T'charrl to linger, figuring there were other things he might want to do. In his own idiocy the way he mentioned it came across as rather crass. "I didn't mean it like that," the Saiyan said suddenly, "I just mean you don't have to watch over me. I'm sure the others could use a hand, and I'll probably just lie here anyways." Smiling apologetically Takeshi pushed himself into a partial sitting position, reaching out and patting the alien's shoulder. "Thank you for the help, but I'll be okay now." Just as he spoke Vegeta came to the room, immediately giving reason for T'charrl to leave. If Viral needed more help than just Vegeta his condition must be serious, which was the exact opposite of what had been wanted to be heard. Offering some support for the idea Takeshi watched as the others left, glad to finally be alone as he laid back once more.

"I appreciate this, really. I don't know what more I can do for him," Vegeta said as they walked. At the kitchen door he noticed T'charrl stopping, inciting a confused look from the Saiyan as he turned about to question the alien. So he was afraid of Viral hurting him? Frankly he couldn't see a reason why, oblivious to what had happened earlier in the forest. If it meant that the Beastman would get help then he'd wholeheartedly agree to the request. "Of course, whatever you need." Cutting back to the table the Saiyan looked down at his friend, smiling apologetically as his hands went down and clasped around Viral's wrists. "Just a precaution while he tends to your wounds, okay? He's going to help with the burns." At the moment Viral was still on his stomach, meaning the burn on his back was the first to be dealt with. Once it was healed or had begun to heal they'd flip him over and do the same to the other, and hopefully that would be that.

Yumi kept to the wall until Vegeta and T'charrl were well out of the room, slipping in just as Takeshi was settling down. "Don't get too comfortable just yet!" she chirped, smiling at the Saiyan.

Takeshi jumped slightly in his spot, wincing as he agitated his wounds. "What... Why not?" he asked, frowning as he looked up at Yumi. "I just want to rest Yumi, can't I do that?"

"Sure you can," she replied, standing at the side of the table. "With Shu though. I bet he wants to see his big brother." Leaning herself over she went to slide an arm under Takeshi's back and legs to lift him up, instead being pushed away. Rather confused she looked to the boy before her, letting her hands rest at her sides. "You don't want to see him...? He's awake you know and I bet he's wondering where you are."

Takeshi looked up at Yumi with a hint of skepticism, frowning to himself. Shu wanted to see him after what he'd done? Or was he unaware of what had happened? Torn between keeping himself hidden out of guilt and agreeing to his brother's request he was properly conflicted at the moment. "I do want to see him... But what if he's mad at me for screwing up? Or for what I did? I can't face him if he's going to be disappointed with me..."

"That's what you're worried about? Do you hear yourself?" Yumi asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Look. There's a little boy in the other room whose got no clue what happened. He seemed upset and I can only do so much for him. Maybe you did do something wrong, I don't know. What I do know is he looks up to you and trusts you, so you should go there to try to help him."

It was still a lousy thing to have to do, but Takeshi couldn't argue with Yumi really. It was his own personal feelings keeping him away, and true or not Shu could likely use his brother's help at the moment. "Fine... Okay..." he relented, glancing up at Yumi. "Just don't tell him I was sulking, okay? I don't need him worrying about- Hey! Wait!" Apparently 'okay' was all that the Beastman had to hear, lifting the Saiyan up swiftly after the word had passed his lips. Huffing indignantly he was carried like a child to Shu's location, feeling uneasy as they entered the room.

"Shu? I've got a guest for you!" Yumi chimed, smiling happily. Taking a gander about the room she settled on placing Takeshi on the other end of the couch, trying her best to mind laying him on top of his brother. Once settled in she clasped her hands together, rather pleased that she had likely helped out. "I'm going to go see how Viral is doing, you two have fun." A look of frustration came her way from Takeshi, but she just shrugged it off and left the room, heading directly to the kitchen to look in on her other friend.

There was no helping it now, they'd have to talk. Takeshi kept his glare on Yumi until she had left the room, relenting with a soft sigh before looking down at Shu. His brother was laid out as flat as could be, and with everything wrapped around his head and neck chances were he'd not be lifting his head. That's my fault... I did that to him.... He might as well have, that's how he felt over the matter. Managing a weak smile the older Saiyan shifted his foot, nudging his sibling's to let him know he was there. "Uh... Hey buddy. How are you feeling?"

[Mogtaki]

Shu didn’t know how to feel right now, he was all sorts of confused and just wanted to sit up and move around. He wasn’t allowed to, nor was it probably possible for him to actually get up and going where ever he wanted to be. Letting out a little sigh at the thought, he stared up at Yumi, smiling a little when she spoke about Takeshi, “Okay…okay! I’ll wait here because…umm, well I can’t go anywhere”, he smiled a little, trying to make light of the situation before she kissed him and promptly left to get a hold of Takeshi. He was a little saddened by it all, he shouldn’t need to feel lonely when his friends were all here too, but he couldn’t move and that was the main difference behind it all.

T’charrl kept his frown, looking a little unsure about what was being said before he sighed, giving him a little nod, “I guess if you have those worries. The gel acts like a gum…like from trees”, he said calmly, feeling a little taken back by all the negativity going on here. Feeling as if Takeshi just wanted rid of him, he nodded a little when he explained that wasn’t the intention before he walked on towards the kitchen actively with caution, “Then…rest up, at least. If you want to fight, you have to be in good health”.

With his mind floating around a little, he let out a sigh before holding his breath at the sight of Viral, his eyes going to the claw marks on the table before to the Beastman. If he was hit by those, he’d surely never survive so he did trust that Vegeta knew what he was doing with the Beastman. Waiting for Vegeta to get into position, he slowly moved around the table, keeping his distance for a moment before finally feeling that he could go in to help, “O-Okay! Uhh…burns aren’t hard, just don’t scratch…especially with those claws…” Slowly taking out a sachet of powder, he placed it down nearby and got out a little bottle of blue liquid, pouring it onto the powder to create a cream, “I just hope I have enough…”

Taking up a moment to prepare the cream, he looked to Viral as he took up some on two claws as he slowly approached him. He couldn’t help but notice the pained yet annoyed look on Viral’s face as he was held down, he hesitated a moment before immediately rubbing the cream onto Viral’s burn. The Beastman flinching and growling made T’charrl jump to say the least, but he was determined to help him if it would mean they wouldn’t see him as weak. Frowning a little, he looked to Vegeta, smiling nervously, “Uhh, maybe after I’ve treated the other side, you could find some bandages…? I used all mine on friend Shu…”

Shu had a bit of waiting to do, he was a little nervous but was still willing to wait around and see what kind of welcome he’d get from his brother. It felt like so long since he had seen him, but it was taking even longer for Yumi to get a hold of him. He knew he had been hurt, Yumi told him that, but maybe Takeshi just didn’t want to see him hence why he was taking so long to come to him. Frowning sadly a little, he looked around the room a little as if testing to see how much he could move his neck; in the end, he couldn’t manage at all.

Trying to keep his mind positive and away from negativity, he closed his eyes for a moment before Takeshi and Yumi finally arrived by the sounds of it. He couldn’t really see them but smiled all the same, trying to see where Takeshi was who was placed on the other side of the couch. He couldn’t really see that way without straining his eyes and even then it was pretty impossible, “Takeshiiii…” he squeaked a little, slowly raising his hands only to drop them again fairly quickly, “I feel…umm, okay, I think? Can’t really move…but still okay, I had fruit and it was nice. I’m happy, even if I can’t move…umm, d-did we ever go to see Queen Your Majesty’s friend…?”

[GambolMuse]

Vegeta kept a secure yet gentle grip of Viral's wrists, trying to do his part in taking care of his friend. If restraining him then for T'charrl's own sanity was what he had to do then he'd do it to the best of his ability. Eying the curious gel for a moment he almost asked what it was until his question was answered. "So everything that you use are all natural remedies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. When everything on their planet was nearly chemical based it was interesting to see an alternative, and arguably a safer one at that. Perhaps before leaving they would take some plants with them, just to see if they could manage to replicate some of the medicines. After a brief explanation of precisely what the gel was it was slowly applied to the back wound, and clearly it was not enjoyable. Vegeta had to apply a bit more pressure to keep the Beastman's arms down during the application, easing up only once T'charrl had finished. If it hurts or tastes bad then it works well, that was his philosophy on medicine, and hopefully it held up here. "Bandages...? I don't think we've got anything, unless I go back to the ship to look. And I'd really rather not leave right now if it's all the same." They did need something to use though, as an open wound could risk exposure and contamination. Biting his lip in hesitation Vegeta eventually resorted to taking off his shirt, and once off he tore it right down the side to make it an extra long swathe of fabric. "There, once it's done we can use this, at least until we find something better to use," he reasoned, pausing as he looked to the door and at Yumi, smiling kindly. "Hey there, all done with Shu?"

"Yeah... He's going to be okay," Yumi replied, managing a smile in turn as she walked to the table. "Brought Takeshi to him so they're relaxing right now." Looking at Viral sprawled across the table her smile wavered a bit, making note of how he seemed to be in discomfort. Her eyes trailed down along his back to the wound, curious about the gel that was on the wound. She didn't need to ask though, more than trusting the two that were looking after her friend. Resisting the urge to try and soothe the Beastman as she had Shu she put her hands behind her back, looking up at Vegeta a bit curious. "Why did you take your shirt off...?"

"For a bandage, we don't have any and Viral's going to need one." Laying the shirt out at Viral's head the Saiyan grabbed hold of his shoulders, lifting him up slightly. "Yumi, I'm going to flip him, I need you to lay the shirt out so it's covering the wound. I don't want it touching the table and getting contaminated." Once the shirt was in place he eased his friend's tired frame down, moving again to hold his arms in place. After this everyone would have been seen to, at least to the degree they could be right now. While it had been the brothers who had started all of this it was now up to the rest of them to see it through, as they were the capable ones now. To that note he glanced up at Yumi, moving himself slightly for the Kaesstrian to get to work easier. "Hey... When we're done here let's go pay that general a visit. These three have to rest, but we're ready and able to see this through." Taking a pause he looked down to Viral, smiling kindly. "And then we'll find you a proper doctor and get you stitched up. What we're doing now is just temporary."

Takeshi was a fair bit fitful when brought to Shu, not overly keen on facing his brother just yet. It was in good conscience that Yumi had done it, but she wasn't seeing it from his side of things or just refusing to. With little choice he was carried to the family room and subsequently left on the couch, lying at his brother's feet as their friend walked out. Cringing inwardly when Shu said he couldn't move the older boy closed his eyes, managing a weak smile as he gave a small nod. "That's good... I'm glad you got some food." Not your fault... Don't blame yourself. He tried to tell himself that again and it fell on deaf ears. Being faced with the results of the attack it was terribly challenging not to feel responsible for what had happened. The conversation took a turn for the worse when Shu asked about seeing Katas, clearly having forgotten. So did he not remember anything at all after that fact? Or if he didn't even remember Katas then what did he remember? Waking up this morning? Or even not that early back? "Yeah... Yeah we did buddy," Takeshi replied, chuckling sadly. "His name is Katas, and he was a... Weird guy. We met two other people too... And uh... We found out who was behind all of this."

There was a certain tightening feeling in his chest as he struggled with coming to terms with this. Shu now had memory problems, issues that extended to who knows when. Viral had a life threatening wound that while being treated would take some time to heal, and as such continue to be a threat. All of that because he was incompetent and made a stupid mistake. Feeling tears come on again Takeshi gritted his teeth, pushing himself up until he was sitting, looking at Shu sadly. "I'm so sorry Shu..." he whimpered, a few tears slipping out. "It's all my fault what happened... And now you and Viral are hurt... And... Everyone's going to hate me for it..." What a childish thing to cry about, and yet he couldn't help it. Maybe not right now but soon enough the others were going to start shunning him and blaming him for what had happened. And rightly so, it had been his ineptitude that had caused this. "I screwed up... I'm an idiot..." he continued, lifting his hand and rubbing at his eyes with the heel of it. "And when I saw you... When I saw you hurt, I just lost it. I couldn't help it, I went nuts and I... I..." Breathing shakily he at Shu blurry eyed, sniffling softly as he shook his head. "I killed the men... All of them. I couldn't stop myself... I'm so sorry...!"

[GambolMuse]

Vegeta kept a secure yet gentle grip of Viral's wrists, trying to do his part in taking care of his friend. If restraining him then for T'charrl's own sanity was what he had to do then he'd do it to the best of his ability. Eying the curious gel for a moment he almost asked what it was until his question was answered. "So everything that you use are all natural remedies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. When everything on their planet was nearly chemical based it was interesting to see an alternative, and arguably a safer one at that. Perhaps before leaving they would take some plants with them, just to see if they could manage to replicate some of the medicines. After a brief explanation of precisely what the gel was it was slowly applied to the back wound, and clearly it was not enjoyable. Vegeta had to apply a bit more pressure to keep the Beastman's arms down during the application, easing up only once T'charrl had finished. If it hurts or tastes bad then it works well, that was his philosophy on medicine, and hopefully it held up here. "Bandages...? I don't think we've got anything, unless I go back to the ship to look. And I'd really rather not leave right now if it's all the same." They did need something to use though, as an open wound could risk exposure and contamination. Biting his lip in hesitation Vegeta eventually resorted to taking off his shirt, and once off he tore it right down the side to make it an extra long swathe of fabric. "There, once it's done we can use this, at least until we find something better to use," he reasoned, pausing as he looked to the door and at Yumi, smiling kindly. "Hey there, all done with Shu?"

"Yeah... He's going to be okay," Yumi replied, managing a smile in turn as she walked to the table. "Brought Takeshi to him so they're relaxing right now." Looking at Viral sprawled across the table her smile wavered a bit, making note of how he seemed to be in discomfort. Her eyes trailed down along his back to the wound, curious about the gel that was on the wound. She didn't need to ask though, more than trusting the two that were looking after her friend. Resisting the urge to try and soothe the Beastman as she had Shu she put her hands behind her back, looking up at Vegeta a bit curious. "Why did you take your shirt off...?"

"For a bandage, we don't have any and Viral's going to need one." Laying the shirt out at Viral's head the Saiyan grabbed hold of his shoulders, lifting him up slightly. "Yumi, I'm going to flip him, I need you to lay the shirt out so it's covering the wound. I don't want it touching the table and getting contaminated." Once the shirt was in place he eased his friend's tired frame down, moving again to hold his arms in place. After this everyone would have been seen to, at least to the degree they could be right now. While it had been the brothers who had started all of this it was now up to the rest of them to see it through, as they were the capable ones now. To that note he glanced up at Yumi, moving himself slightly for the Kaesstrian to get to work easier. "Hey... When we're done here let's go pay that general a visit. These three have to rest, but we're ready and able to see this through." Taking a pause he looked down to Viral, smiling kindly. "And then we'll find you a proper doctor and get you stitched up. What we're doing now is just temporary."

Takeshi was a fair bit fitful when brought to Shu, not overly keen on facing his brother just yet. It was in good conscience that Yumi had done it, but she wasn't seeing it from his side of things or just refusing to. With little choice he was carried to the family room and subsequently left on the couch, lying at his brother's feet as their friend walked out. Cringing inwardly when Shu said he couldn't move the older boy closed his eyes, managing a weak smile as he gave a small nod. "That's good... I'm glad you got some food." Not your fault... Don't blame yourself. He tried to tell himself that again and it fell on deaf ears. Being faced with the results of the attack it was terribly challenging not to feel responsible for what had happened. The conversation took a turn for the worse when Shu asked about seeing Katas, clearly having forgotten. So did he not remember anything at all after that fact? Or if he didn't even remember Katas then what did he remember? Waking up this morning? Or even not that early back? "Yeah... Yeah we did buddy," Takeshi replied, chuckling sadly. "His name is Katas, and he was a... Weird guy. We met two other people too... And uh... We found out who was behind all of this."

There was a certain tightening feeling in his chest as he struggled with coming to terms with this. Shu now had memory problems, issues that extended to who knows when. Viral had a life threatening wound that while being treated would take some time to heal, and as such continue to be a threat. All of that because he was incompetent and made a stupid mistake. Feeling tears come on again Takeshi gritted his teeth, pushing himself up until he was sitting, looking at Shu sadly. "I'm so sorry Shu..." he whimpered, a few tears slipping out. "It's all my fault what happened... And now you and Viral are hurt... And... Everyone's going to hate me for it..." What a childish thing to cry about, and yet he couldn't help it. Maybe not right now but soon enough the others were going to start shunning him and blaming him for what had happened. And rightly so, it had been his ineptitude that had caused this. "I screwed up... I'm an idiot..." he continued, lifting his hand and rubbing at his eyes with the heel of it. "And when I saw you... When I saw you hurt, I just lost it. I couldn't help it, I went nuts and I... I..." Breathing shakily he at Shu blurry eyed, sniffling softly as he shook his head. "I killed the men... All of them. I couldn't stop myself... I'm so sorry...!"