He raises his eyebrows from the stove, at that spark of life. "I can see why you'd call it that. The way I hear it, not many people talk to you. But the way I see it, Leblanc's not my property. It belongs to all of us."
Difficult or not, he knows what Leblanc means to him, and what he's seen it mean to more than one Ren besides this one.
"At least," he adds, attempting to break the mood, "until Boss shows up. He wouldn't know if he was coming or going."
Ren winces. What would Sojiro even think of him, if he knew? If he was in his right mind? He usually tries not to think about it.
"I wonder that sometimes," he offers hesitantly, feeling his way. Making conversation with someone who's all there and wants to talk to him feels like stretching an atrophied muscle. "Like... if Boss shows up, or Lala-chan. Or Crow's dad. We've taken all their places."
"It's a puzzle, isn't it?" Lidding the pot, he watches Amamiya feel his way around. "Almost nobody past a certain age has come here. And of those few, they almost all have Personas. All but one."
And that one is his mother, of course—or, more or less; even he finds her uncomfortable. "If they did show up, in a way, we'd have to be the adults. They'd be powerless in this atmosphere of threat. Imagine Chihaya, for example."
He thinks of Chihaya Mifune as a little sister, despite the small gap in their ages. She has strength she doesn't know, yet at the same time she's so... well, there's a reason she's one of his favourite confidants.
His mouth twists at the corner in a strange, sad way, as he finds new depths in Amamiya's point. Wasn't that always how it was, for him? Almost from the womb, he'd been the adult, hadn't he?
"You're not wrong," he murmurs, watching Amamiya bow his head. "Listen, if you don't want to make the coffee, I can do it?"
Damn. He tried to show the guy a welcome, and it's just backfired. Well, someone with his damage would be hard to help, wouldn't he? He turns to the rice cooker, scooping out fresh rice onto the plate, just as he was taught.
"Maybe it's why we become what we do," he muses aloud, watching Amamiya from the corner of his eye. "Why choose somebody not used to responsibility? As if you can ask no end of things of a person."
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Difficult or not, he knows what Leblanc means to him, and what he's seen it mean to more than one Ren besides this one.
"At least," he adds, attempting to break the mood, "until Boss shows up. He wouldn't know if he was coming or going."
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"I wonder that sometimes," he offers hesitantly, feeling his way. Making conversation with someone who's all there and wants to talk to him feels like stretching an atrophied muscle. "Like... if Boss shows up, or Lala-chan. Or Crow's dad. We've taken all their places."
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And that one is his mother, of course—or, more or less; even he finds her uncomfortable. "If they did show up, in a way, we'd have to be the adults. They'd be powerless in this atmosphere of threat. Imagine Chihaya, for example."
He thinks of Chihaya Mifune as a little sister, despite the small gap in their ages. She has strength she doesn't know, yet at the same time she's so... well, there's a reason she's one of his favourite confidants.
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It's not untrue. But he wouldn't have said it like that, at the time.
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"You're not wrong," he murmurs, watching Amamiya bow his head. "Listen, if you don't want to make the coffee, I can do it?"
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"Maybe it's why we become what we do," he muses aloud, watching Amamiya from the corner of his eye. "Why choose somebody not used to responsibility? As if you can ask no end of things of a person."