He smiles back at her optimism, huffing out a little chuckle. "In your gardens?" he asks, expression warming at the idea. "Flowers?" He doesn't know how he knows that there were flowers, that he would often find himself out crouching in the rows, carefully tending to the plants and pulling up the weeds. And there were daisies. The very thought made his heart ache.

"That sounds like a very lovely memory," and he wondered if he would regain it, like he was regaining bits and pieces of other memories. Fighting Sephiroth, living with Duo, even a strange, cat-like creature. "Have you found your home yet?" Maybe they would get lucky and be neighbors again.