[One of the assistants ushered Takatora into another room, where Ryouma hooked a cord into Takatora.]

Just lie back and don't fight the simulation. It's designed to be responsive to his needs, so he may have already altered his surroundings.

[Slowly at first, but then more solidly, Takatora would find himself in library. It was empty of people, save for faint footsteps in the distance, but the titles of the books were all personalized. 'Geology notes', 'history notes', 'literature notes'. Closer to the footsteps were other books - 'my first bike ride', 'birthday presents', 'times I fell'. Soft music started to play, and the steps stopped. Mitsuzane's form was visible, curled up on a soft chair like one they had at home.]