"Listen," Akechi prattles gently as they stare at the rain, "just because you can take all of something, that doesn't mean you should. What if it doesn't... grow back, or whatever it is it does?"

Too late, as ever, it occurs to him that might be the sort of thing Ren doesn't like to hear him say. The rain trails lavishly down the window, leaving slow trails. It reminds him of something, he thinks; he squints, trying to recall it.