[ Of course, the trauma runs much deeper than Ren could possibly guess, at least until she explains it to him. Her fingers drum against the cup, her eyes trailing back toward it for a moment, more deep breaths helping her find her center yet again. It feels like every moment threatens to drag her away, the panic and fear of the memory crowding everything else out. ]

The truth is, I- I fought with his cognition before he found the two of you. He'd been—

[ She cuts herself off with a shake of her head, her eyes closing briefly against the memory - an act which only serves to invite it in.

Deep breath. ]

There were so many of you, Senpai.