Swallowing his conflict, he glares back, only to find Amamiy—that guy staring at the wall. It is like his mother. Worse than that, it's like the Ren who arrived from the future. His grey uniform, his grey despair.

Why won't he say something? He was quick enough that first time, and Magpie can't—well, he can keep a grudge going forever, frankly, unilaterally and without disarming. He is the crowned king of grudges. If it wasn't for Igor....

With a hiss, he pulls out his phone, and starts swiping to the keypad. None of this is anything to do with him.