"I don't need my feelings alleviated." Annoyed, he finishes scrubbing his hand clean of coarse, cheap sugar, and drops the wipe on the floor just to get up Crow's nose. "I said I'll do it."

If he wasn't so fucking weak, he'd break Crow's grip on his shoulder, and break Ren's hand right along with it. But he is weak, weaker even than he used to think he was, and the part of him that could do anything has rusted almost to nothing.