"Town square, as far as I know.  Usually is, let's find out," Nero replied, looking himself over in the mirror to make sure he looked fine.  Typically he'd have something to change into, but leaving his battle gear on was just fine.  The two made it out to the square, where the party was already underway.  The mood was a bit more sombre than the typical floor party, but it was still fairly jovial.  They'd lost a lot of people today, but it could have been worse.  Floor Fifty would be one they prepared heavily for, of that Nero had no doubt.  However, the moment he stepped into public, the mood instantly turned to something more tense.  The sound of metal clicking and swords moving was wholly recognizable to the duo.  Some people in the crowd had drawn their blades partially from their sheaths and others just rested hands on their hilts.

From the midst of suddenly quiet, watching people, a voice spat, "What makes you think you can walk out here with that kind of dignity?"  A few jeers came with it, agreeing whole-heartedly, "The power to revive and we lost a dozen people today!"

Instantly, Nero's eyes were on the ground, [i]Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...[/i]  He shook his head, fists clenched at his side.  "It was fourteen.  Fourteen people died today and fourteen people aren't coming back," He snarled under his breath.  "I'm not taking your shit, I came here to get a single god-damned minute where I didn't have to think about how I couldn't use that crystal on each and every one of them."  It was easy to forget that he was still just a kid and suddenly the weight of every death that happened since the start of the game rested on his shoulders.

"Hey, can't we all just... take a second here?"  A bright, orange-haired man in his twenties stepped out of the throngs of younger players, a hand up to signal that he was speaking.  "You," He said, pointing the loud-mouth that seemed to have started the day's second mob.  "Look to your right.  Is that guy your friend?"

The boy looked over and shrugged, "Yeah.  Been in a party since we started," He stated, "What of it?"

"You've still got somebody.  This kid here didn't do anything to hurt anybody, it was his decision to make, let him live with it.  He clearly didn't want to be the one to have to, and a more productive way to spend your time is to better yourself, make sure you can defend your own friends.  Maybe you'll get the next revival item - do you want everybody turning on you because you picked that guy next to you over some random guy who might just go and die the next day by taking a wrong turn and getting trapped?  Buck up, we've lost people before and we'll never forget them, but we'll carry on.  We have to," He explained, giving the guy a thumbs up and turning to Nero.  He beamed at Suto.

"Hey! I've seen you before...  Don't you spearhead almost every floor's party?  Where were you a couple of hours ago when we started here?" He asked cheekily, offering a hand to shake for each of the boys, "I'm Titus."  He wore lightly coloured clothing, as opposed to the generally dark stuff that most of the teenage players wore.  It was a bit of a 'loud' outfit, but he was certainly one to stand out in a crowd.

The white-haired boy looked curiously to the tall, clearly American man.  Taking his hand, he nodded, "Nero."

"I know who you are, rich boy.  You'll have to let me in on some of your trade secrets," He teased, looking to Suto again.  "I don't know your name though, seems like you're gone the moment the party starts to die, glad I got to catch you before you got lost in the crowd again."