[ Yi Sang observes Hong Lu adjusting the frame on the wall. He watches as the other tilts it one way before trying to tilt it the other way.

Hong Lu's always been a little off-kilter, just a little off-balanced. Yi Sang has spent most of his time stagnant, idle, unchanging. Both of his eyes are the same dull gray. But he's less wary of change now, of flux, and he finds he doesn't quite mind being off-balance. After all, it's that potential for change that keeps life interesting.

So he answers: ]

It does not cause me any concern to have the frame off-balance. Perhaps its tilt is an inherent part of its nature. If so, that is acceptable to me. It is a part of the display's uniqueness.

[ And... a part of its charm. ]