[He feels shocked raw. Chilled down to the marrow in his bones, hearing his name— no, not his name, but the memory cast off from it, already left ground out in the dust of the past. Compounded by the fact that it's been spat out through the mouth of a woman he's never seen before, never known.
For once (twice) in his life, he's too stunned to retaliate.
Instead, expressionlessly, he goes ghostly pale, his features wilting visibly down to nothing more than a narrow tic at the edge of his mouth: before Bellamy even fully moves in, Ren recedes, slinking backwards into the crowd and leaving the connection between himself and the Nest entirely empty— silent.]
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For once (twice) in his life, he's too stunned to retaliate.
Instead, expressionlessly, he goes ghostly pale, his features wilting visibly down to nothing more than a narrow tic at the edge of his mouth: before Bellamy even fully moves in, Ren recedes, slinking backwards into the crowd and leaving the connection between himself and the Nest entirely empty— silent.]