It takes Ren like a kick to the stomach. The eyes, the expression, the outfit—he exhales lips parting in regret and horror and longing and despair, all of them swirling together and tangling around each other in knots. Bare-faced, with Raoul behind him, he stands at the top of the escalator and meets the gaze of Akechi's Shadow in silence.

He probably should have thought of something to say before he got here.