(After Akechi left Heavenly Blanc, Ren attempted to find the girls first. Ann herself, he couldn't find anywhere, or at least, nowhere where he expected she would be. He decided to take a break from his searching, think a little while his head was still swimming in memories, both from this place and of the past few months.
He's staring at the Heart as if he's talking to it inside that thick skull of his, but the conversation is one-sided and not enough to make him not hone in the steps that come behind him. She doesn't speak, but Ren always is in a defensive position in Mementos, and by the time he turns, he already has the knife in hands, as if he was waiting for an enemy.
It's not one. It's his best friend, looking angry, upset, all the emotions he too feels staring at it. The weapon is lowered, retreated to the pockets of his jacket before he speaks, an arm open as it usually is so that she can come to his embrace as always.)
I know, it wasn't my decision. I'm sorry for worrying you.
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He's staring at the Heart as if he's talking to it inside that thick skull of his, but the conversation is one-sided and not enough to make him not hone in the steps that come behind him. She doesn't speak, but Ren always is in a defensive position in Mementos, and by the time he turns, he already has the knife in hands, as if he was waiting for an enemy.
It's not one. It's his best friend, looking angry, upset, all the emotions he too feels staring at it. The weapon is lowered, retreated to the pockets of his jacket before he speaks, an arm open as it usually is so that she can come to his embrace as always.)
I know, it wasn't my decision. I'm sorry for worrying you.