He nods at her, though he wants to shake his head. "Ah, we're not as different as people think. Certainly not as most would say. Maybe you've even seen him? He's the one without—"

And he gestures to his eyes, with a hand that's never gloved. They all wear glasses. Like, every single Ren or Akira I've ever met except the five-year-old. Ugly fake glasses.

"I don't really think we're the same person," he adds, a bit awkwardly—or, okay, very awkwardly. "Just, we ought to be a team, you know. And we aren't."