Renji really wished he could offer Allen something better, some sort of comfort, but that wasn't really his way. The situation was unpleasant, and they were losing people right and left. "It's difficult," he said. "But we will win. Believe that your sword will not shatter, believe that we will return to fight, even a thousand times, and we will win." He gave Allen a rather fierce smile. Despite Renji's own personal doubts about himself, his own strength, that he could always believe; he - they - would never stop fighting, and in the end they would win. His absolute belief and confidence sounded in his voice.

He had to think for a moment, about Allen's question. The word wasn't familiar to him from home, but it was one that he'd learned here. It took him a minute to remember, though. Telepaths were... people like River. People like the guy on the bulletin board that he still hadn't met. "They're... uh... people that can read thoughts. I think. We don't really have those at home, not like that, but there seem to be people that can do it here."