Suto didn't quite expect the regular fanfare that came with a clearing party, so to see things toned down a bit wasn't any surprise. There were people lost in raids before to be sure, but never such a number of them like this time around. Nearly everyone present had lost someone they knew, and it no doubt put a big damper on enthusiasm for clearing this floor as well. For Suto things weren't quite as bad as they could be, even with the complications surrounding Yari; his friends were alive, that was all that mattered to him. Nero, however, already didn't seem to be having nearly a good a time of things, promptly seeming like he wanted to retreat back into the inn. No sooner had his friend come into view did the shouting start again, all of it directed at Nero himself.

"Hey, it's not his fault! He only had one crystal!" Suto shouted back, frowning as he looked at all of the scrutinizing faces before them. He was normally good-natured, yes, but screaming at his friend like that quickly did away with that. "If he revived someone else we'd still be having this problem, and you'd only be blaming him for a different person! He had it, he saved his friend, are you honestly going to tell me you'd save someone else over your own friend if it were you?" This was absurdly selfish of everyone, enough to the point where Suto found it hard to even sympathize with them. They were all in this game together, and that meant they had to stick with each other no matter what. If every time someone died like this and fights broke out then the players were going to kill themselves long before the game ever got a chance of it.

Suto wasn't the only person to come to the defense of Nero either as a total stranger began to argue on his behalf. He didn't know who this other man was or why he was taking their side but he sure was grateful for it. Chances were the effort wasn't going to completely stop the criticizing, nothing would other than time, yet it was an appreciated effort all the same. Watching as the crowd began to move back to the party itself he let out a sigh, smiling exasperatedly as he rubbed at his head. These were going to be a long couple of days, hopefully they could spend most of it out in the field, away from all of these people. Feeling someone looking at him, Suto glanced back to meet the gaze of the selfsame boy who had fought for Nero, smiling back uncertainly as he gave a little wave. Okay, what was he so cheery about?

"Me? Oh, well kind of I guess!" Suto responded, letting out a small laugh, "I help get it started but I wouldn't say I d it alone! And we were kind of, uh... Busy." He didn't want to say what with, that was personal stuff and he didn't want to put it on anyone else. Taking and shaking Titus' hand he looked over at Nero, a little disappointed to see his friend being quite reserved and crestfallen now. Not that Nero was ever exactly lively, but you could tell that brief exchange had gotten to him. Poor guy, he really had to understand that things weren't his fault, and he'd only done what was right. He might say that if it hadn't already been said too, he saw no use in repetition. 

Suto didn't really know what to say to Titus now, a little confused by his line of questioning. "Eh...? Oh, my name is Suto! Well, kind of my name I guess," he replied, chuckling as he itched at his nose, "And yeah, I usually ditch once things start to slow down. Since I'm usually one of the first there I get tired pretty quick, so no reason to stick around, you know? And uh... Secrets? I don't get it." This person definitely had to be an American, he just looked the part. Odd, he hadn't seen many Americans in the game yet, or actually any for that matter.