His Shadow lurks in Mementos, carrying everything he used to be. What would even be left of Ren, if he were to hypothetically do that? Just a shell? Nothing but empty pleasantries?

The idea turns him cold. He finishes up the disastrous pour, meeting her eye with a glance here and there; if he can stomach what they serve at Baby Baby, this screwup won't pose him any problems. "Well, I wish you every good fortune looking for him. That's for sure.

"It's strange, you know. The way you said it's a lot there, as if I was the one with the problem."