Renji sat down slowly, easing into the seat. He'd only started picking at his breakfast; it was cold now, but that didn't make the rice taste any less good. He started eating again. "I think you're an optimist," Renji said. "But it's in her hands now. She's got her warning." He picked a slice of melon up off his plate and offered it to Allen. "That's about all you can do. Try not to worry about it."