Someone asked me about us, you know. They noticed me.

(He's careful, almost like he's stepping around eggshells, trying not to break them.)

I denied it, but they didn't fall for it, even when I told them I had other things I had to deal back home and I couldn't care about this as it is.

(This is probably the most Akechi has ever heard Ren speak in one go, and if he was nervous before only upon hearing a simple question, he's very nervous here. Not that it shows this time, with his voice as thundering and sure as ever.)

They said I could try my very best to get out of this place, but when it comes down to it, we're stuck here. Prisoners to its time and will and no amount of running from it will change that.

(Finally, he sighs and watches Akechi, almost anxiously looking for anything in his expressions.)

It's true, at the end of the day. We don't know what's going to happen and I didn't want to hold anything back. I'd regret doing the opposite of what I've done regardless of the outcome, and I much rather live my life without those.