[Ren folds his arms, taking a deep breath as he stares out at the water. His answer is somewhat quiet and sort of trails off, though in a thoughtful way rather than something concerned.]
I don't know.
[He has some ideas about what might have drawn him here, but he prefers to do his thinking in his head, rather than aloud where his mother can hear. So instead, he turns the question outwards, to distance the conversation from his own thoughts and feelings.]
no subject
I don't know.
[He has some ideas about what might have drawn him here, but he prefers to do his thinking in his head, rather than aloud where his mother can hear. So instead, he turns the question outwards, to distance the conversation from his own thoughts and feelings.]
Why are you here, exactly?