The library is expansive, looking out onto the garden with a bay window. Everything is Vergil's taste, whether fiction or more educational. Because why would there be anything he's not extremely invested in? It's in far better repair than the Hell library, and while there's a similar section of books that reflect thoughts and feelings, these ones are somewhat the opposite.

The others were bittersweet at best, any happiness still framed with pain. These are the memories without that undercurrent. Or at least with only a little background noise. There sure are a lot with you, but that shouldn't be any surprise.