[ oh. okay, ren thinks, as he quickly recalculates. not no sense of humour - no sense of self. which means sense of humour is still pending, so he'll have to get back to that later. there's something asynchronous about the way the teen - he looks like a teen, but he could easily be one of those 'really five hundred years old' situations but ren is just going to call it like he sees it and hope he isn't being too ageist - moves and speaks, as if he exists in another form of time. non-euclidean time, akechi's voice informs him with the tone of someone speaking to a fifth grade, and ren grins despite himself, because he's never going to let himself comprehend that phrase on principle.

more importantly: this isn't the first time mementos has spat out someone without memories. there are no coincidences in the ass-crack of human consciousness. ren thinks: jackpot. ]

Hey. It's okay. [ spoilers: it is not okay. ren doesn't think there's any situation where waking up in what amounts to a dungeon that sometimes bleeds on you without your memories and probably a core part of your motor skills is okay, but saying otherwise isn't going to help the situation. he props up the the young man in one arm as he works his jacket off with the other, ] Sort of okay. At least you know that you don't know. That's a start. Can you sit up a little for me? I'm strong, but my arm's going to fall asleep if we stay like this.