one of the most beautiful, resonant, and stirring passages i've ever read occurs in this, but i had to use console commands to access it because the inventory system meant i had lost an item 12 hours prior without knowing. i wish i could force a copy of tokimeki memorial into the hands of everybody at black isle in 1998 and tell them that it's okay to make stats only matter for dialogue and short, scripted sequences. very cool to see what CRPGs could look like if they weren't, spiritually, set in the forgotten realms for the rest of time.