She's coming apart right in front of him. The things he says, the thing he is—none of them have any place in this world he's found himself in. People's eyes skip over him like all of theirs skip over Ren, back home.

"Breeding plants, is it? The two of you together? That sounds like quite the accomplishment. Haru—my Haru—talked so much about her garden. She had such plans for the spring, you know."

My Haru—possibly among the least welcome things he could have said.