[ Wings clipped and shuffled from cage to cage, Yi Sang understood there were those who wished to keep others unchanging. Hong Lu offers him questions and hypotheticals that allow him to think, to explore, to relearn how to work his pectoralis and supracoracoideus. ]

I do not believe a bus would fit here.

[ Which may be stating the obvious, but Hong Lu had asked. ]

...I suppose we may obtain a smaller one instead. A scale model of a bus, perhaps.

[ What else, what else? The gears within his mind begin to churn. ]

And -- other items that may be of interest to you as well. There is no need to procure them all at once, as it seems we shall have ample time to do so.

[ After all, no one seemed to know when they would ultimately return to their own City.

He recalls the glass scattered across the floor. They shall have to clear it away lest someone accidentally step on it and slice their foot open. On the other hand, it would be a shame to sweep it all up and toss out an item commemorating this moment. Hong Lu might prefer watching Yi Sang midflight, but Yi Sang has always been fond of moments captured in time. ]

Shall I clear the glass from the floor? Or... I suppose we could frame it. Shards of glass displayed within glass -- would that be odd?