Ren falls silent as he watches the glow of Fiend's markings. The rhythm is too slow at first, impossible to match, but as Ren struggles, gradually, he inches closer and closer. Feeling returns to his extremities, and his head stops spinning so much.

At last, he takes a breath to speak, feeling it fill his lungs entirely. Instead of talking, he lets it out slowly, just because he can; but the second time, he talks. "Um. Ren. People call me Drake, I guess. ...Thanks."