Renji didn't remember his parents; he'd died too young and Shinigami never recalled much of their living time anyway. He didn't see a reason to add that to the discussion, though. It was different, for him, he guessed. At this point he'd lived so long without thinking about it, with Rukia as his only family, that it didn't bother him in the slightest.

"It was Nowe," he said. "He disappeared about a week ago. Still gotta tell Sora about it."

He looked back at Harry, frowning. "I don't know what it means," he said. "Whatever they did to Nowe, he believed all of the lies they keep telling us in this place. He claimed that he just had some kind of... uh... moment, where he realized that they were right and he was somehow all better. I don't know. But it was him. I don't know if it's the same for the other visitors, though. The things here at night, that look like people we know, don't have souls. It could be something like that. But I don't know. I didn't... look at anyone else while I was there."

He'd been far too upset to think of something that simple, or smart.