"The smell and sound get to me the most. And there are certain beddings that send my mind in the wrong direction...maybe one day, though." She sounds hopeful, hopefully.

And now...onto the ugly bald elephant in the room. Best to shoot it dead before it takes up any more of their oxygen. "And what kind of things did he demand of his son?" Akako asks, taking a sip of her coffee to steady herself. "I can imagine what he'd ask, but...it seems most versions of my son here haven't had the luxury of only imagining it."