Mogtaki

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl raised his shoulders up, feeling pretty embarrassed over the whole topic. He wasn’t used to talking about these things, especially with his dad which somehow made things all the more worse. He was not really used to social issues altogether even though he had a whole load of them under his belt. “Ohhh, this is embarrassing…” he muttered, rubbing at his cheeks as his other claws took a hold of a few plates of food, “If she’s interested in me will she even be like that later on too when I actually start to understand it? I don’t even know if I like her, I know nothing about her…ohhh this really is complicated…” He really didn’t know what he was supposed to do about something like that, he could barely remember what she looked like; then again, he wasn’t interested in love yet so never did look when barely anyone looked at him in return. Feeling a little worried that he was just going to let someone else down he went to eat a fruit but let out a gasp. “I-I don’t need to see pictures that far back! This energy may cloud my mind regarding my looks, but only to what I was like immediately before everything…” he sighed, looking to the fruit, “I will put in all effort I can! I’m sick of feeling tired all the time and always hungry. I will try my best too, I just…worry whether my body will be able to keep up. It’s kind of worrying what I’m capable of, you know? I don’t want to say ‘strong’, just…out of control. I don’t want you to get too close if something goes wrong…”

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Viral felt like he might as well simply give up trying anything, knowing he had already fulfilled a rather minor duty and couldn’t accomplish the other. Maybe he was obsolete, that had to be it, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing so badly with little way to improve. He didn’t think he had felt improvement in his technique in years now, he was just stagnating a little below everyone else. Takeshi could probably beat him in a few measly minutes if he wanted to now which would cause any interest Takeshi had in him to vanish completely again, seeing how he was training with an Elite. “It doesn’t matter what way you put it, if I managed to accomplish that task then that’s really what I was best for, isn’t it? Otherwise it seems pointless, placing something that was designed to kill in with children…” Nobody would want a creature built to destroy in with a bunch of kids. He wouldn’t had needed such things if by design he was built to fight. He was just going in circles with this now, his mind unable to settle on what he was made for any longer now that he had been given those two options. His desire to find a concrete reason for his existence was all the way back at square one where he was questioning his ability to fight and trying to find answers for his existence.

“It was not only Vegeta…I was deemed a waste of resources by a fair number of employees. Vegeta just made the idea final…” he muttered, simply wondering when he was going to leave at this point, “I was doing nothing for the company except costing them money and making Vegeta stressed out”. He didn’t want to go into it too much, he knew there was much worse considerations that were made but that would just get Vegeta in trouble for what was obviously a lot of stress on his part and having an itching that he was the cause of the deaths of Vegeta’s parents. To be considered to be taken apart and destroyed would just set Aito off even more, making this whole session feel more like a tattle on Vegeta session. Only looking to Aito briefly at the mention of taking control of the corporation he was back to looking elsewhere, his interest fairly minimal as Aito tried to get serious. “Of course, even Vegeta is more capable…” He certainly had the short end of the straw when it came to fighting ability, even Yumi was growing as strong as him and would probably be surpassing him soon. He was lagging behind everyone and there wasn’t much he could do about it, much to his pitiful dismay. Looking to Aito when he began to question him again rather than throw business at him he sighed and shook his head. “I do not hold the same level of decision making someone like you might have. I have always been taught to follow orders or be punished for going astray! They know I cannot be properly integrated into society without being driven mad and warriors require orders or else they be lead down to destruction. I used to see myself as a warrior, but now I don’t know anymore. I certainly am a weapon, but one that has become broken and obsolete. Even Enki was tossed around by Takeshi like it was nothing…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl let out a groan, slowly sinking further down before letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know…I mean, you’re really strong and tall and have nice colours! I barely have any shine to my coat and I’m really small and skinny still! I thought by now I would have some muscles after fighting in space, but I can still feel my bones very easily! My wings are nice and shiny I guess…but the pattern’s kind of evil and scary and probably puts people off…” He really didn’t understand how anyone could like him in such a way, there was so much about him that was just off-putting and he recognised all of them. Maybe listening and seeing Takeshi’s reactions influenced him a little bit, but he had always thought that to himself and the reason why he was often rejected by others. He was pretty self-conscious about his looks, especially when that was often one of the biggest deciding factors when it came to finding a mate. Having a bit of a groan to himself he looked up at his father who agreed on the matter, his eyes going to the fruits briefly before down again. “Maybe…I mean, will I even change much? It’s hard to remember what I was like before…”

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Aito was throwing all these things his way without even consideration to how he might feel about it, almost like it was a big ‘whatever’ to him to tell him these things. He had spent his entire life trying to meet everyone’s expectations and yet all of that was just being dismissed by Aito like it was no big deal. So long he had spent desperately trying to find his place and fit in somewhere, he thought he knew where he belonged but apparently that was not the case at all. It didn’t matter what Aito said at this point, he wasn’t part of Aito’s ‘us’ or ‘we’ and never was he going to be, he didn’t belong in his world. He wasn’t constructed out of love or family, he was made for a corporation with a purpose with all the frustrations that came with making a big project. Growling to himself in frustration he scratched his head in frustration, not buying anything that Aito was telling him as something he was capable of. “You were never born for a purpose! You don’t know how long it’s been!”

Just getting angry again he stopped himself from getting angrier when Aito spoke about letting Vegeta in on the sessions too, his gaze narrowing as he went on to say what would be happening once Vegeta was here. He didn’t want to speak to him, he had no reason to speak to him and Vegeta probably didn’t want to speak with him either. Just what good was that going to do him? All he’d do is get angry at Vegeta instead. That was probably Aito’s intention, he was probably already fed up with him and that was the solution to getting things done but with the help of someone else taking all the backlash. He didn’t see any other reason behind it. With growing frustrations he slowly shook his head, his hand still pressed against it as Aito tried to give him praise that was just not landing, especially after the fact he just said he was made to also be a babysitter. That was just a straight up lie: Vegeta wasn’t even planned until after he was created. “Are you calling me simple minded? Regardless, maybe it will…but who knows anymore. What would come next? Testing out my babysitting skills? How much more did it cost you to make me over hiring a nanny for your future child…” he spoke rather bitterly, not really looking at Aito, “Your company must have a lot of money to burn if that’s what you were spending it on back then. What a great meaningful existence this has been. No wonder I was being auctioned off, no wonder any of this happened…just what use was I to have around after that? An expensive waste of space who might’ve well had belonged to the RRA! At least they would’ve used me to my full potential! I would’ve destroyed everything that stood in their path…those humans would never stand a chance…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl didn’t understand, he just couldn’t remember someone like that ever paying attention to him and if she actually did then he was just feeling like an idiot now. He didn’t like ignoring people so knowing he did just made him feel bad, but what was worse was him not knowing this person well enough to know if he actually had any feelings for her in return. Now that would be really crummy, having someone fancy you but you didn’t fancy them back. Letting out a groan he scratched at his head. “I don’t know them…so how can I know if I do actually have a little love in my life after all? It’s not fair on any one to be rejected…” he sighed, shaking his head slowly as he frowned. “I don’t see why they would, though! I’m skinny and I flake a lot! I look awful too and I have bad habits…I probably smell bad too. I don’t want people to just like me because I did something accidentally that was good but also bad like destroy part of the city…”

Looking to Nema with a frown he soon sighed heavily, already worried that people were going to point out the fact that he changed once again from what he was now. People always noticed when something was different about someone and this was definitely going to be one of those moments. He was worried he was going to end up scaring people off because he had a different state to this one, meaning if he did gain control over his forms like Nema said then he was going to have to default to this one anyway whenever he was on this planet. He was already feeling really confused over himself, but it would be pretty good to have that level of control without all the pain and feeling like he was going to die all the time. “I guess that’s good but…I don’t know. Shifting at will? I’ll scare people if I suddenly look normal again after they’ve finally started to notice me. I’m a little worried…” He knew that a lot of his worries were probably silly but he still carried them and didn’t know what to do with them. It was scary to have all of these problems all the time, being constantly judged by the public. Looking to Nema before shifting to the thought of food he slowly sat up again, tapping his claws together nervously. “I-I just didn’t want to start eating when nobody else was! I didn’t want to look impolite! I’m sorry…”

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Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to be if that was the case. All he could do was fight and all he felt was the instinct to fight, he didn’t have any place among non-fighters in the universe. Aito was probably just trying to help him calm down about fighting in a rather poorly manner, instead making it sound as if he should drop his obsessions and just accept that he was a flawed creation with no place in the world. Growling lowly he clenched his fist, staring at Aito in fair concentrated anger when he made his attempts to change the subject. “Well I’m not telling you anything about that! She’ll move on like everyone else does! It’s none of your business…” he grunted in response, “Takeshi only does that because every other time when he tries to pick a fight with me it gets interrupted. He just wants to fight me and beat me as if it’s some sort of accomplishment he needs to tick off his list! Everybody has to beat me some time, it’s on everybody’s list it seems…” It was a combination of people seeing him as something that needed to be beaten and some sort of weird challenge because of what he was made to do, whatever that was since he was already being told he was only capable of fighting and not actually meant to accomplish anything from it. He wasn’t born like the rest of them, he was made to fulfil a job but he was failing at that, like a robot built for a purpose but was flawed and instead needed to be dismantled. Maybe that’s what the Saiyans were trying to do to him, so they could use his body as spare parts and once that was all done they could just use the flawed shell to do jobs for them until it was destroyed. It all made sense in the end, otherwise the Saiyans wouldn’t be telling him that he was obsolete and was better off destroyed. They had taken all they needed from him, he was no longer of use to anyone who was seen as a warrior. Rubbing his head slowly he let out a sigh, his claws scratching against the top of his head. “What am I supposed to be if not a warrior? What is the point…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil would’ve felt and probably would be acting better if he didn’t feel like his existence was at risk just from existing and being online again. He should be going to Norman to get himself sorted, he shouldn’t be hanging around in this building surrounded by people on all sides who didn’t know who he was really and just thought he was a normal Machina. He was scared to say the least, but he couldn’t show it or move away since he had been told to stay put. This was bad for him, just what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t know their new friend or these people they had met while he was offline, he just couldn’t tell if they were going to try and take him apart or going to call those men to tell them he was here. He didn’t want to be taken apart and shut down, he wanted to keep living for as long as he could

He really didn’t know what to do. He felt so alone even with everyone here. His entire existence was all because he was able to get repairs and then everyone just carried on like normal. He didn’t know if him needing repairs was more inconvenient for the others or if they were actually worried about him, he couldn’t tell just what exact type of emotion they were feeling when it came to him. He was a Machina, they were living beings; he was never truly going to be one of them, he was always going to be the odd one out. Would they even be here if he didn’t need repairs? He wasn’t really told the story as to how they got here or how long he was out for so it was difficult to judge. He was just so confused, he felt awful too but all he could do was stand there staring as if he had no life in him and no way to express himself.

The others were all busy talking among each other, not really including him other than speaking about him in the third person. He was just there because Nymira wanted him to be, not because he actually had any use in the conversation. Just what use was he for being here, anyway? He was just standing around showing that he wasn’t offline or anything or ready to break into pieces. He had no input in this conversation, this was all stuff that had happened while he was offline so what was the point? He felt pretty useless, like he was only here for display purposes. There was attempts to include him into the whole discussion from Amuné, but him finding answers was hardly a big deal since it wasn’t going to change his existence much. It would just mean he was going to be more understanding over why he existed and then that was it. He was hardly important like they were who had families and friends, things he was not familiar with all that much. People weren’t friends with Machina, they were just tools to help them along the way.

With one quick look to Nymira when she spoke to him he stared at her for a moment before looking away, his head returning to a more neutral position. It was probably best that he did so he could fight again and not fall apart, especially when it meant saving their money on him. He felt pretty bad suddenly. He was costing them a lot of resources and if he kept getting all battered and broken they would have no money left. He didn’t understand it, they could just leave him broken on the side of the road and nobody would care. Was he really someone they would consider a friend? Maybe they just found him useful and that was what a friend was. He had no idea and it only made him feel sad, like he was missing out on something important but he didn’t know what. He didn’t want to ask them when it came down to it, but maybe Norman could tell him what exactly it meant for a Machina to have friends, what they meant to him and vice versa. "I will...ask him a variety of questions..." he spoke lowly, not really looking at anymore, "I'm sorry if I cost you a lot of money..."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Maybe everything was going to be okay, he had to at least try and be positive about it at least. He was so used to being doubtful and negative over himself that it was hard to be positive and think he could actually manage to do something in his life; after all, he had spent it without any competing peers to challenge him so everything he did had to be of the utmost brilliance, so when it wasn’t it really harmed him mentally and emotionally. He just wanted to make his parents happy and maybe find someone who would like him for who he was as well. Sighing lightly he swirled his drink around in thought before looking to his father as he spoke, staring at him for a moment before frowning a little. “Huh? What I don’t understand…” he spoke before looking to Haku, shaking his head. “I-I don’t have a girlfriend! Why does everyone think that way about those sorts of things?? Ohhh…”

It wasn’t as if he was able to remember her all that much, he didn’t even know if she remembered him in return. He had changed a lot since his adventures into outer space so it wasn’t as if he was going to be remembered in return by a lot of people unless they were reminded. Groaning a little he rubbed his head, feeling a little less confident about meeting people on top of his whole lack of confidence about his training. He needed to get rid of that if he was to meditate properly, he knew that much about the whole process. Looking to Haku he stared at him for a moment when he tried to give his reassurances as well, his antennae twitching in response before he slowly ran his claws through his hair. “The real me? I-I’m not that much different than before…” he spoke lowly, smiling a little, “I just have a little trouble keeping the same form…and maybe my people find these orbs kind of freaky I mean…what are they made of? They feel like glass but aren’t and they’re not bone and-…I feel like I’m going off on a tangent…I need to find focus again! I shouldn’t think about my looks too much! Although I do miss wearing clothes and not having to worry about destroying them…that would be nice. I just wonder how much I’ll change if any at all, I think that’s what I’m most scared of…”

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Aito had no reason to treat him this way. He was supposed to be trying to help him, not send him over the edge. Just what kind of psychology was that, anyway? He wasn’t a child, he understood what words meant and how they meant to people, he knew about jobs and all that too so why was he being picked on for his own beliefs? He was supposed to be able to fight and be able to accomplish something with the skills he had, so just what was all this talking about doctors and their jobs supposed to do with his when they weren’t born to be one? It frustrated him, he just wanted to go but if he left that would mean he would also fail at this. He was stuck in a state of confusion, he didn’t know what he wanted and what was the best decision, all he knew was Aito was not helping and only making him hate his own existence even more. “So you purposely only gave me the power to kill humans but everything else I’m terrible at?”

He really was just some kind of monster if that was the case, some strange abomination with a whole host of abilities that was only suitable for killing off the weak and helpless in great numbers. If he could barely win against actual warriors but could decimate cities then what other purpose did he have? He didn’t know what he was supposed to be if that was the case, he had always told himself that he wasn’t an abomination because he was supposed to be the perfect warrior, but it seemed he wasn’t even that. Running his claws through his hair he growled in irritation when Aito thought it was appropriate to change the subject, one that just had him left confused. What the hell does that have to do with anything…” he muttered lowly, shaking his head, “I don’t know. I don’t view myself as anything with them. I just exist. Takeshi just wants to beat me at everything when he remembers I exist, Shu doesn’t have the social skills to think of me as anything, Vegeta just recognises I exist because of you…I don’t know what the hell Yumi thinks of me. She’s said before, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s pity or what…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl nodded a little, giving Nema a nervous smile before looking down at his drink again. “I know…umm, sir. It’s just I’ve done this by myself for as long as I could remember, just with my grandmother guiding me with words. This whole thing isn’t exactly something people like to talk about, after all”. He had been alone with it for the longest time without a living soul to help him, so it was going to take a while to adjust. He didn’t know how well he was going to get on with it at all whether he was going to be able to use his past experiences to better himself or if he was just going to end up collapsing and failing horribly by the time he needed to go back. He was pretty useless and often only got things done as a fluke so he was pretty nervous since it was a case of either getting better or not at all with no in-betweens. He hoped the pressure wasn’t going to get to him, he didn’t need something like that when he was pretty close to finding a proper solution that would make him feel better and be able to control his power, maybe he could even talk to the Spirit without having to lose consciousness to do so too.

Looking to Haku when he offered some words of encouragement he smiled a little, looking back to his glass. “I don’t want to use Ki, though…I mean, even though I’m not great at that either, it won’t corrupt me. If I fail at training then I should take the punishment head on”, he spoke before frowning, shaking his head, “I don’t want to cheat myself. I trust you to help me, even if you did nearly completely burned me that one time…” Maybe he was going to end up badly injured during this training, but he wasn’t going to let that get him down. He had worked too hard on himself to get to the condition he was in now. What he just needed to do now was learn how to properly meditate and get stronger, he just needed to believe he could do it. Rubbing his head as if to try and ease the stress away he let out a sigh, glancing at Haku. “Huh…? I-I don’t know about that…I mean, they probably won’t know much has changed”, he spoke, giving his head a scratch, “I don’t think they recognise differences in me unless it’s drastic…I mean, I am a different species and all. It’s probably harder for them to see a difference in me even if I did something like cut my hair. My only hope is that they remember me for when I go back to them, you know? I’ll understand if they don’t, though. I mean…I am pretty forgetful even to my own people…”

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Viral was having about enough with this philosophical talk Aito was spouting out right now. It felt as if he was trying to make him out to be some sort of idiot with all these words which was just getting to the point of irritating and making him want to leave. He was getting close to punching the guy and walking out if he continued to treat him like an idiot child. “Why do you ask me such stupid questions! If your session was to frustrate me, you’re doing a good job of that!” If this was all the session was going to be then he was just going to give up now and be done with it. This was obviously not going to work, he was just not patient enough to deal with Aito and him treating this whole thing like he was a child. “Vegeta hardly ever won many battles, but this isn’t about him or the rest of your family…”

Just what was Aito trying to accomplish, anyway? It didn’t make him feel any better and all he was doing was treating him like he was wrong to be thinking all these things and that it was his own fault for being in this state because of his mindset. It felt too much like he was being scolded for it. It was all just typical with Vegeta’s family, anything he did wrong or didn’t do properly a hundred percent he was punished and told off for his failure and this was just turning into that but in a roundabout way of accomplishing it. He was probably going to be subjected to this over and over again until it was forced out of his mind and corrected to the way of thinking Aito expected of him. Growling lowly as Aito continued to tell him off for his way of thinking he simply grew frustrated, growing rather tired of his little questions. “Why should any of them matter?? They were not made to be soldiers or doctors or whatever! Why should they have to worry about perfection when that’s not how nature works??” he shouted right back at Aito, simply fed up with it. “You made me to fight and come out victorious! You had no other intention for me when you decided to create me! Why don’t you just tell me I’m wrong and idiotic for thinking this way and get it over with?? At least when Vegeta did it, he went straight to the damn point without using psychology to tell me I’m wrong for ever thinking that way!”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl looked to Nema before slowly frowning, watching as he decided to copy his father and start carving into the table too. While it was probably all done for the humour of the moment and make things a little more casual it was simply making him feel uncomfortable, like his standards were very poor compared and much too stiff. It made him feel like the odd one out again, like he was being the one who needed to loosen up and to stop being such a stiff. Glancing at his father briefly he let out a slight sigh, looking elsewhere as he continued to talk about the course, his thoughts straying away from the thought of the course before he gasped, when Haku suddenly and enthusiastically spoke up. Staring at him for a moment he slowly frowned when he realised all the responsibility of him staying on course was also going to fall to Haku and the pressure that he’d be able to catch him if he ever did falter. He knew his planet’s gravity was probably less than what Haku was used to but he didn’t know if he would be prepared to catch him considering he was quite a bit taller than him, not to mention he was pretty dusty compared to a lot of other Kaesstrians meaning he might end up generally grossed out by him by the end of it all.

Tapping on his glass in thought for a moment he frowned and lowered his head for a moment before his eyes slowly wavered over to King Nema again, smiling somewhat nervously at him. “I-I guess so, I’ve just got to…try really hard…” He was prepared to give it his all but now he felt like he had a deadline to meet and absolutely had to have it all completed before he was to head out again. He knew that it was going to be hard, but he didn’t know exactly how he was going to accomplish it and whether he was going to manage in time. He would be a disappointment if he didn’t get it together by then, even if everyone told him he wasn’t he knew he was going to be for wasting everyone’s time. Scratching at the fur around his neck he looked to Nema before slowly raising his glass as well, smiling a little. “Uhh, y-yeah…for my recovery…” he muttered before pulling the glass back towards him and hastily drank from it, his mind immediately going back to how he was going to handle all of this pressure put upon him. He didn’t have much time to recover and get better so everything was suddenly a race for him to get done. He didn’t want to exhaust himself, but he was thinking he was going to feel a bit broken by the end of this.

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Viral wasn’t exactly impressed that Aito actually showed he was paying some attention to what was happening in his life, it just felt like because the Earth was being attacked that he was suddenly interested in it. He didn’t see him pay any attention to his life when there was nothing happening, otherwise he wouldn’t had ended up forgetting about ever helping him. It was just normal to him to be ignored, he expected it throughout his life and was expecting it from Aito and June too. Such behaviour was just accepted by him as being a regular occurrence, it didn’t make him feel terribly great to receive, however. “You think it being their decision to go after me makes it any better? I do not think so”, he spoke, not feeling he had to explain why it was that conclusion he came to again, “I highly doubt I could beat Krom even now, I don’t care about his plans to train the others when it’s obvious he’s acting on orders…”

He highly doubted he could face up against Krom and win this time, he wasn’t exactly getting any stronger and felt like he was constantly staying the same. The only reason he was able to beat opponents was because he could take a lot of punishment before he couldn’t take anymore, another being the Saiyans expected him to not be in a battle against them and didn’t bring their countermeasures against him. They just needed to hit him with their nullifier and he wouldn’t stand a chance. This whole session felt pointless already, he was already mentally blocking Aito’s reassurances. Feeling like he had already been defeated by his mind already he closed his eyes, sighing to himself as Aito continued to ask questions about his beliefs and how he saw being a soldier. “Soldiers are only worth something if they can do their job! If a soldier cannot then why are you one? If they fight no matter the odds and get defeated or die then they’ve failed! Are you going to say this is all wrong too? You’re not a soldier so what’s the point…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl stared at Nema with a little worry and concern, watching as he picked up the fruit and cut it in half. He didn’t know what the King was planning with the fruit as if expecting him to eat it, not exactly start talking about him and using the fruit to demonstrate. Shifting a little uncomfortably on his seat he slowly raised his shoulders, lowering his head as he continued to watch the fruit being cut away. He felt a little broken when putting it that way, his mind in need of repairs. Maybe if the explanation wasn’t done in such a brutal way he would’ve felt a little better about it, not quite fearing for his mind and body at the same time. Frowning deeply he looked slowly over to his father again, hearing out his plan of action. It was certainly great that they both had an idea on what they were going to do to help him but in combination with the sliced fruit and the thought of training until he was hurting made him a little worried. Flying wasn’t too bad, but if he got too tired and crashed he would injure himself pretty badly.

Watching as his father then proceeded to carve into the table he gasped and shrank away a little, looking between his father and Nema quickly before he rubbed at his head in worry and embarrassment. “Father…that’s not our table…b-but I, uhh, understand…” His only hope now was that he wasn’t going to end up crashing and having to get medical attention. He would just be destroying progress and making things so much worse. He knew he was a bit of an idiot sometimes and very clumsy, but he hoped he wasn’t going to be as such while training. Sighing a little he looked back to his father, smiling a little. “I think it sounds pretty good…I mean, I look forward to it, even if it’s going to be difficult I’ll still try really hard to get better! I don’t want to be weak and struggle anymore, I want to be strong…”

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Viral didn’t much care for talking about his condition, it was just making him angry at himself for even getting into this state. He was supposed to be proud and strong, but this just made him weak and pathetic. He didn’t care if Aito told him he was strong for whatever reason, if he was constantly feeling weakened and unable to get a clean win he wasn’t strong and that was it. This was already starting to feel like a whole load of pointlessness. He didn’t know how talking about such trivial things was going to help him when it certainly didn’t feel great to talk about these things. By all means he was feeling worse, especially when Aito was proceeding to question him about his reasons for feeling this way. Getting annoyed he slowly slouched back, his arms folded. “If I can’t get my head in what I was made to do, then that’s failure…”

Aito just sounded like he had read all this from a textbook the previous day and was reciting certain points from it. He wasn’t going to go ahead and say he was wrong to feel those things and that he felt a lot better because he had been told otherwise, it wasn’t going to be that simple. Narrowing his gaze when he was simply given more questions to answer he growled lowly, tapping his foot against the floor momentarily. “I’ve not had a victory in a long time! Battles always end with a large loss, they just feel like jobs that need completed with nothing gained and everything lost”, he grunted before slowly sitting up again, “Incase you missed it with I don’t doubt that you just didn’t care or bother to pay attention, but the whole reason we’re even off Earth in the first place is because I lost! I couldn’t defeat a single Saiyan by myself and I was chosen to protect the planet? Everything that’s happened is because I lost! Are you satisfied or are you simply going to give me the generic ‘not your fault’ speech…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Taliya: Go to Norman
Nymira: Stay here for now

Yeah not quite yet.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I think I'll skip out on posting for now, there's not much for me just yet lol