[ His eyes widen a bit at Hong Lu's series of questions. They're asked one after the other, as though intended to invoke the Socratic method. And it works, because he'd... never thought of things that way. ]

I --

[ It's a little nudge, a little reminder of what his reflection had tried to tell him: he'd had the ability to pluck the pieces of the past off the floor all along. ]

...I suppose I may be one. The memories of those days, they are more than sufficient for proper soil.

[ He glances over his shoulder in the direction of the other exhibits. ]

Perhaps you may add to it.

[ There's a whole rest of the museum to witness, and while they are here, perhaps more memories can be added to grow additional sprouts. ]