[ Makoto waits for more than the simple grunt of affirmation ... but when he turns back to his belongings, she quickly realizes that's all he was going to offer.

[ sigh.

[ What he adds, though, as he fishes out a few sets of photographs, gets her thinking again. ]

So they can be returned ... that's good, even if the fact that this place can somehow suppress our personas in the first place is disturbing.