René doesn't speak much...He prefers to stay quiet in sharp contrast to his loud comrade Lacus...Nobody even realizes he's there until he's slicing through them or picking them up off the street to keep them for food...Yet somehow, there's a sword in his side...

Your eyes, there's something different in them, a gleam, a light, stars, he can't tell...You went for him first, nearly killing him because he was caught so off guard...He's ignoring the fact that you could just be very observant...