Lulling us into a false sense of security by providing mementos of home? It's very possible.

[Akechi nods, drawing his hand back from Ren's chair to instead cross his arms and bring his hand to his lips in thought.]

The longer we go with no visible sign of why we're here, the more difficult it is to imagine that it's anything other than some kind of social experiment. Why else gather such an eclectic group of people? The time and resources to accumulate all of this must have been enormous. But what's the point behind it all, I wonder?