Ryouta had no choice but to honor a dying man's wishes, the boy was on a suicide journey. Even if he might have been doing it because he secretly had the hots for that child-psychopath, it was such a waste of life. Young, vibrant life. Gone. He silently mourned the passing.

He stood up and turned to face the two speaking not-so-softly behind him, it seemed they were attracted to the same mission he needed. Listening to their discussion, it seems the Cleric was more interested in rewards than ensuring they survived. Ryouta, personally, was not too interested in the listed credits. But, like the girl said, a pair of helping hands would make things easier -for Ryouta.

**"You've got the right idea, young miss."** He commented.

**"You were there at the arena yesterday ....right?"** He faintly remembered someone with blonde hair. **"I'll be on this mission too."** He raised a handshake towards her and then one towards the Cleric.