... and the smile's gone, as if it never was. His voice drops an octave; his face twists, quickly resetting to something less twisted.

"That Ren is here? No wonder you needed to break something." Reaching out, he seizes the fence in one black-gloved hand, giving it an ominous shake. "I suppose I should congratulate you, for restraining yourself."

He's still wondering how much she resembles That Futaba—and what form his bad influence took in this world. Sparrow's Ren, though. Akechi is tempted to estimate his lifespan in hours.