<span style="color: #0080FF">"What needs doing needs doing, doesn't matter how people try and talk down about it. Just because you don't win bread doesn't mean your not helping.</span>" Tarrok stated firmly. His own people loved to look down on maintenance technicians, cleaners and cooks all the damn time. Funny how much they missed their services when they weren't around.<br/><br/>The saiyan gave her shoulder just a little squeeze. Aiko had come a long way since that confused, lost thing he'd carried out of that laboratory. Getting full sentences out of her had been an amazing milestone. One day, she wouldn't need anyone else to stand proud of herself.<br/><br/>Though that didn't mean he intended her to stand alone any time soon. Tarrok held no illusions he would have been a much lesser person without her in his life. Ever since the colony, things had felt like a downward spiral interrupted by occasional bloodshed. Wether or not he'd even be alive now without her was a fair question.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"But I didn't take you out here to talk your ear off."</span>Tarrok rubbed the back of his head. He looked around, at the utter stillness around them. Only thing living in this part of the world were small lizards that got energy by the rays of the sun. This wouldn't be a bad place to settle down, once age finally caught up with him.