"Yeah." Ren's noticed that, actually, the few times he's been uncertain and had to come up with ways to tell reality apart from hallucinations. He pulls out his phone and opens the camera app.

Makoto is there on his screen, frowning down at him. Ren takes a picture and looks at his phone from another angle, just to be sure; the image doesn't change. He wonders sometimes whether this would still work for someone who has an actual disorder, instead of someone who's just seeing Palace shit. But it doesn't matter, he supposes.

More to the point. "What are you even doing here?"