“I’m sorry. That must have been hard for you.” Had this conversation happened a couple of years earlier in Carlos’s life, that would have been an awkwardly delivered condolence backed with little understanding of the loneliness Souji must be experiencing. The "bonds" between people weren't his expertise. He wouldn’t have been a good Velvet Room guest.

Present-Carlos, however, is a slightly different story, and his words are charged with sympathy.

“That seems to weigh on a lot of people’s minds- the way we lose our memories when we go home. But I think that they must stay in there somewhere. Maybe our brains forget how to access them, but they’re there, and taking them away doesn't invalidate anything that happens to us.”