Vegetto Jr. grunted in frustration, shaking his head.
"No! You don't get it! What the hell do you think I've been doing all these years, huh? Trying to live in my father's shadow, like a damn puppet?"
His eyes had narrowed into a full glare for the first time, clenching his fists together.
"The man who has brought this entire universe to its knees has done that; everyone knows he's just a scared little child, crying for his daddy's approval. Don't you dare compare me to him, as if everything I've done has been made in an effort to be like my father!"
He quickly turned his head to the side.
"I did my way for years, fighting against them. And the only thing it got me was pain, failure, and death. You don't know what it's like, trying to stand for something greater than yourself, only for you to constantly fail at every attempt you make to strive forward. While they continue to take everything from you: your family, your home, even the will to even wake up the next damn day, afraid someone you made the foolish decision to attach yourself to will die again under your watch. For Kami's sake, I couldn't even save my first time for the girl I love because of those two!"
The man finally sunk down to the floor, letting his arms drop to his knees and hiding his face as the anger in his tone disappeared.
"My way doesn't work, and it will never work. The only chance we have left now is them, they're the only ones that changed the universe when it needed it most. Not me, not you, nor anyone else around here. That is the way it will always work, no matter how much I hate it."
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Vegetto turned his head towards Solaris, moving forward after the his and Senya's comments.
"Well, hopefully we won't need it. If these Scions are done talking to us, then perhaps we're finished with the trials. Let's get moving."
The Potara fusion wasted no time entering into the adjacent hallway with the other warriors in tow, leading the group onward through the dimly lit corridors. The absence of energy signatures from before could be felt in comparison to the constant appearance of multiple entities from before, only a single lone power of godly energy could be felt from within the center of the new massive corridor the group walked forward into.
Still, motionless bodies clad in the robes of the Scions littered the ground as Vegetto entered with the group into the large chamber. The fusion's eyes narrowed only at the sight before him, however, locking his attention on the singular man standing in the center of the massive star on the floor. His clenched expression showed he struggled against some imaginary force, the man clad in the same robes as the other bodies lining the floor around the room, with a bright pink blade of energy ignited from his weapon's hilt. He slowly lifted the blade upwards, pointing it at the group.
Vegetto tensed immediately, but his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the blade suddenly shutting off and dropping to the floor, the man's body slowly cascading down to the floor shortly afterwards. He let out a low groan of pain upon contacting the ground, lying still as his fall allowed another figure to come into view. The black metal arm of the warrior glistened slightly in the light barring down on him, the blood of Heskal's wound coating it.
Arcann's lone eye remained narrowed, his voice nearly flat.
"I don't leave Zakuul for just anyone. Be honored."
