And Akechi just sits there, face utterly limp, hands limp in Ren's, a puppet with its strings in its master's hand.

It lasts a minute or so, no more. Then he blinks and stirs to life, smiling stupidly for a moment before he sees the look on Ren's face. "As I say, you can ask anything you... Goodness, Ren. What's the matter?"

It's like he doesn't notice anything wrong. Nothing but the facts of the situation before him. Nothing but the now.