The initial excitement of Souta could only be dulled upon interaction with the first Watcher he found.  The ephemeral being's toxic attitude confused and angered him, especially considering that the information he possessed -which he thought to be of extreme importance- was being so trivialized.  By the time that the Watcher condescendingly agreed to relay the smith's revelations about the Fifth Seal to the proper authorities, Souta felt as if he'd just gotten off a three-hour tech support call with a not-so-passive aggressive I.T. guy who constantly looked down on him for not always understanding his accent.  The mental overload and physical stain gained from the encounter in the library still needled him acutely.  Nevertheless, like a weight had been taken off his chest, his spirits rose once he vacated the place where he met the troublesome Watcher behind.  Thinking of taking a load off in the room he'd claimed for his own, he left the World Tree chamber and strode through the neglected, empty bizarre marked on the map as the Outworld Market.  While on this route, he spotted Mary, and was surprised to find that she wanted to talk to him.

Given the monstrous, demonic form he'd witnessed about twenty minutes ago, he had to admit that he felt a little more wary of his ally.  Could it be that he, Hyobanshi Souta, was the only normal person in the whole Charred Citadel?  Yet he did not allow his misgivings to affect his demeanor.  When she asked, he told all about the visions he'd received, and appreciated her attentive ear.  At the mention of Midori, he glanced at the unconscious little demon girl.  She did seem to be in a bad shape, and he wondered whether or not he ought to offer his help.  Then again, Mary did seem capable, and Souta anticipated that there might be more than a few prideful egos in this place that he didn't want to prick with questions that could be interpreted as roundabout degradations.  Ultimately, though, Mary did ask for his help—though on an entirely different matter.  Souta permitted himself a wide smile now that he'd been confronted with a problem that he could actually, properly solve.  [color=teal]”Yeah, I can help.  I don't know what kind of tools they have here, but if you need a weapon made, I'm the guy.  I could even do a Devil or Angel Arm if you've got any souls lying around.”[/color]  He chuckled at the preposterous suggestion.  [color=teal]"So, whaddya got in mind?"[/color]