"Maybe I will," they say, responding to the apparent boredom only by getting more passionate, by standing their ground and looking ahead with a clear mind. "Maybe I'll be the reason that the Lost Souls come together and overthrow Hell." That's what gets them far too worked up, though—they recognize they've said something that they shouldn't have, but it's hard to stop. They start pacing back and forth in a small circle.

"We don't need... we don't need money to make this happen. We have enough power within us already. We outnumber the Enma and Captain Shiki and everyone in the whole organization, and if we decide that justice—true justice deserves a chance to prevail then all we have to do is take it!"

They're breathing harder, and their pupils are dilating, and they recognize that this is leading to something bad. It doesn't matter how uninterested this person is in what they're saying; Leviathan has a fire building inside them, and if they don't do something to put it out then it's going to find a way out of them. They slam their palm down on the metallic door of a closed business this time, louder and with more force. With some effort, actual visible lightning explodes from their palm and spiderscatters along the steel.

They stand there for a moment in silence, letting their heartbeat normalize.