"Likely more of them where it's happening to me." He reaches a hand, to brush against Ren's cheek. He can still hear Futaba's voice cracking, not because of what she was doing, but because it ended too soon.

Would you have done it, he wants to ask. But he thinks he knows the answer. His hand still cradles Ren's face, all the same.

"Oracle won't do that to you." Small comfort though he knows it is.