[ In answer, Ren comes to an abrupt stop, looking back over his shoulder. ]
What? [ he demands, startled; eyes narrowing, brows drawing down in a frown of what might be called confusion. Something about this man — boy, really — plucks at him. A familiarity he can't quite place. ]
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What? [ he demands, startled; eyes narrowing, brows drawing down in a frown of what might be called confusion. Something about this man — boy, really — plucks at him. A familiarity he can't quite place. ]
Why are you following me?