Mithias paused as Najimi and Asura spoke, the former using some kind of magical impulsion to force Asura to keep his seat. Mithias didn't think much of this, assuming it was a normal aspect of Najimi's and Asura's relationship, however, the act of using one's powers on another was apparently grounds for... well, for becoming Bob's. Mithias froze for a moment, eyes wide, as he watched Najimi get turned into a trinket doll. He could swear he heard a tiny little voice come from the doll saying, "Help meeee!" o.o

Blinking, Mithias found himself still kneeling before Bob. "Er.. I um." He had to assume at some point Bob would release Najimi, or so he hoped for the time being. Nonetheless, it was quite a good thing that Bob had full control of reality within Hell's Coffee Lounge. He alone kept, ironically, "order," in his domain, and prevented beings like Genocide and Stein from killing everyone and doing god knows what with their souls. 

So it was with those thoughts in mind and a new appreciation for the sound of rain on glass that Mithias went on to answre Bob's question. Closing his eyes and holding his hands out before him, Mithias formed the white, glowing shard of hope in front of him. The light swirled as it condensed, accompanied by the faint sounds of children's laughter, into a sphere shape. It was much brighter than previous, seemingly swollen by the number of souls and auras and amount of hope that had been brought together in this place. It fed off it. 

The vampire's body seemed to dim and gray after the loss of the orb, but the light made his golden irises glimmer. "This, I believe, was spawned by the coffee lounge somehow. Strygwyr found it, appearing among a collection of artifacts I had gathered and left in a box on the counter. You must have seen it, since it had contained your hat. Whatever it is, it is a strong positive energy. It feels like hope." Mithias extended his clawed hand, offering the orb. "It's yours, if you want it."

Mithias momentarily turned his attention to the sound of Big's voice. Bug had been his friend in the past as well, but was clearly shaken by some terrible past. The vampire didn't understand a lot of the things Bug did, but his fear of Bob and Mia were evident. The insectoid nature spirit seemed really preoccupied, distraught even. Mithias sighed inwardly, because perhaps he too should be more wary around a soul-stealing nightmare lord. He'd have to ask him later why he was so upset. 

He briefly scanned for Mia.