This entire problem goes deeper than Togusa had expected, and the question of whether to treat her just as a colleague goes right out the window. Togusa's hands very gently go up to take Cleo's, softly pull them away from her ears. "You are not her." His voice is still soft, quiet, but insistent. "You do not have to become her. No matter what Retrospec does to you on the outside." He carefully lets go and settles back into his seat, back to a more prudent distance.

"Your ghost- your soul. Whatever you want to call it, that they cant touch. That piece of individuality that makes you you. They can change how you look, they can slap extra memories on top of the ones that you already have, and it doesn't change who Cleo really is."

Togusa shifts in his seat a little bit. "It might get harder to remember that, the more Retrospec does. But we're going to stop them. It's the day to day before we get to that point that could be difficult. And I'm sorry that they've done this to you. Sorry we don't know more before things got this drastic."