Everyone was having a tough time coping with what had happened. There had been deaths in the game prior to this to be sure, but never before had it hit so close to home. Of all the people to have been claimed by this game how in the hell was Yari one of them? She was easily the best of them all, and arguably the glue that kept them all together. If she didn't survive the game then how were any of them now supposed to? This was the grim new reality that Suto found himself trapped in, like it or not. No sheer degree of optimism was going to help this out, and certainly no amount of indulgent spending or partying. One of his lifelong friends was now gone, both in the game and in the real world. The pain hadn't quite set in initially, yet now he could feel the weight of the catastrophe bearing down on him. That was it then, they were all dead. If the best among them couldn't make the cut then the rest of them were out of luck. It was only a matter of time until they met the same fate, shattered into dozens of pixels and that was that. If they ever did make it home they'd never get to attend Yari's funeral either, only futher adding salt to the wounds. Finding the drive and desire to push on now was impossible, what was the point? They might as well sit in this city and either let others try, or waste away in the game. For the first time since this debacle began Suto now felt an earnest, overbearing sense of dread.

A shuffling on the bed drew Suto's attention elsewhere, surprised to see that Fitch was finally rousing from his sleep. He'd been out ever since they had finished the fight, so seeing him come around was a small relief. What didn't help was the fact he appeared utterly devastated, understandably so. Every one of them was affected by Yari's death. Hell, players who didn't know her personally were grieving, as she had been amongst the best of the Clearers. It was a blow to the entire player base, and arguably they had lost one of their best chances of escaping. Grief was something Suto could certainly understand. What he wasn't sure of was why Fitch was opting to leave just after coming around. There was nothing out there for them, not right now anyways. The best thing to do was stay together and try to cope, yet their friend had different plans. Moving to stop Fitch, Suto stopped himself instead as Nero halted the other boy, trying to keep him at bay. When Nero's words fell on deaf ears and Fitch left regardless the atmosphere in the room became noticeably heavier as a result. Again, everyone felt the pain, but Fitch seemed just outright torn to shreds over it. There was no denying that he and Yari had been very close, they were basically brother and sister. Whereas Suto considered her really a good friend he recognized there was something more between the other two. They trusted one another without fail, and held some deeper bond than he had with either. In truth he was a bit jealous of that, but they always welcomed him, so he certainly didn't resent them for it.

Luna watched Fitch walk out, not able to move herself any let alone try to restrain him. Seeing him disappear into the hall she let out a lengthy and shaky sigh, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. [i]Yari... Why did you have to die...?[/i] she asked herself, shaking her head. Her eyes began to sting again with tears, and in spite of her best efforts her cheeks soon became damp. Ashamed for breaking down like that she hid her face in her knees, though the sniffling and faint whimpers she emitted were not so easily concealed. Yari had been the first person ever to befriend Luna, and indeed one of the very, very few who she could unwind around and enjoy herself a little. Now that outlet was gone, and her best friend stolen from her. The others were present of course, but not a single one of them had nearly been as welcoming or as supportive of her, not openly. Letting out a chocked sob she wiped her eyes into the cloth of her pants, tensing a little when she felt a hand on her back. Glancing up tearfully she looked to Suto confused, seeing the sympathetic smile he wore for her. Normally she'd hate that look, but right now with her heart breaking she welcomed his comfort, hiding her eyes again and letting herself cry, all while he intermittently patted her back. If Yari was gone then who was to say the others wouldn't follow? Fitch, Kenshin, Alphard, even Suto... She didn't want anyone else to die.

"Why... Why did she have to die?" Luna asked, lifting her head and looking between everyone, her eyes a little red. "She shouldn't have died... It wasn't fair..."

No, it wasn't. Then again, this whole game wasn't, Suto reflected bitterly. They were all pawns in Akihiko Kayaba's sick death game, just pieces for his amusement. Whether they lived or died was a trivial matter to him, he was convinced the GM didn't care. As long as he had fun their fate's, their emotions, their wants and desires were null and void. What an idiot he had been then, hiding behind extravagant events to try and hide the truth. The only one he had been lying to this whole time was himself, and now faced with the reality he was furious. It was there all along, staring him in the face, but every time he'd turned a shoulder in defiance. That wouldn't work this time, it certainly wasn't going to change anything. Suto really didn't know how to feel, whether to be angry or depressed. Ultimately he found himself in some culmination of the two, yet he still tried to reach out to help his other friends. Fitch might be beyond his help at the moment, but Luna wasn't. Nor was Kenshin, or Nero, or even Yuna or Alphard. Fitch might be okay with solitude, but he'd remain with the others and try to help them however he could. And whenever his other friend decided to come back around then he'd be there too.

Someone had come to the door after a few moments, and Suto was foolish enough to think it might be Fitch. The voice however was discernibly female, and not very old either at that. The girl could have very well walked on by and kept going, but for whatever reason she felt it necessary to intrude on them and even chastise them for having their door open. It wasn't really that rude of a comment, more of a matter of fact remark. It managed to trigger something in Suto though, and instantly made him irritable. Frowning to himself he drew his hand back from Luna, pushing himself up from the edge of the bed and walking over to the door. Pushing it open and narrowly missing the girl in the process he looked down at her, managing a tight lipped smile.

"You know most people have the decency not to eavesdrop and just keep walking... Right?" Suto retorted, stepping into the doorway to block the girl out. "Do you want something? Because if you didn't notice we're kind of trying to be alone right now, if that's okay with you."