Guts has been mostly spacing in and out of any discussion that didn't involve him, slouched at the table like a particularly grumpy mountain.

He slouches backward and sighs, sipping some horrendous black coffee mix out of a shitty paper cup. No cute mugs for Gattsu. There are a lot of kids here, more then he would have expected. That's...worrisome. Luci would involve kids in such battles? His eyes slip down to the bag beside the kid sitting near him and he nearly spits out his drink.

Guts likes kids far to much to get actively angry about this boy carrying around mementos from that night but it sure won't stop him from glaring at Genda for the rest of the night when he thinks the kid isn't looking.