Angeal grins at the way Themis savors the apple slice, even as he goes back to getting some more of the filling ready. There is just a slight pause at the question, however.

"...Mostly the same," he admits. "I can tell it's 'real'. There's a kind of depth and intensity to it that the sim never could manage to replicate." And he's glad for that, he really is. Just... "But I can tell there's still something held back. Almost like having a stuffy nose, but without the feeling behind it, you know? I think I'm still being held back somehow. Maybe as a consequence of being dragged here."

He has no idea, really. This is beyond his set of skills.