This cave was different than the others. 

The constant dripping of water from the number of stalactites in this cave was... 
soothing. The massive man sitting in the center of the cave, legs in a lotus 
position, had found the place only a few days ago, and he'd already become fond 
of it. 

It helped him think, something he wasn't all that great at to begin with. 

He inhaled deeply, eyes closed, trying to make use of the relaxation technique 
Akari had shown him a while back, before the whole mess began. It was... somewhat 
effective, since he felt less like he'd hit himself as hard as he'd hit Roger. 

"Damn, I can't do this." With a defeated grunt, Juzoh popped to his feet and 
stretched his legs out a bit, the chaotic symphony of dripping water seeming to 
go a bit faster. Reaching for his tetsubo, he hesitated, mind going back to the 
'fight'. Sure, the small guy went for a killing strike, and sure it was probably 
pretty damned neccessary for Juzoh to stop him from trying again, but... 

It all left him feeling empty. He'd never felt that way after a situation like 
that, and that shook him. Finally, his hand wrapped about the wrapped handle of 
the weapon, and he glanced at it. 

"The only thing I know... and I'm startin' to feel bad about that." He wound the 
weapon back, then casually smacked the tip of a low-hanging stalactite off with a 
single swing, a good foot of stone flying to the other end of the cavern. "... 
huh." 

Perhaps the pretty short woman could help him. Hell, he didn't really care *who* 
helped him sort things out as long as they were sorted, and soon. Without another 
moment's hesitation, he stepped out of the cavern, on his way to find... whoever.