Ren is distracted, glancing behind him as the doors close to make sure Akechi's not following him in. And the journey is quick, just a couple seconds, not long enough for him to look around and notice any extra inhabitants of the driver's carriage. He breathes a sigh of guilty relief when he makes it to Shibuya and steps out onto the platform.
He has to take a second then to steel himself, which would earn him irritated glances in the real Tokyo, but the cognitions don't care; they part around him like water around a rock. Like he's supposed to be there, underground. But he doesn't let himself get distracted by it—he has to go in now, before he loses his nerve. Instead, he pulls out his phone.
"Mementos," he says, using the Nav for the first time since his arrival—the first time in months, the first time since January. The app chimes in recognition, and the world warps and twists around him, pulling him into the Metaverse.
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He has to take a second then to steel himself, which would earn him irritated glances in the real Tokyo, but the cognitions don't care; they part around him like water around a rock. Like he's supposed to be there, underground. But he doesn't let himself get distracted by it—he has to go in now, before he loses his nerve. Instead, he pulls out his phone.
"Mementos," he says, using the Nav for the first time since his arrival—the first time in months, the first time since January. The app chimes in recognition, and the world warps and twists around him, pulling him into the Metaverse.