"Where it is flooded? I remember walking out of there and then I came upstairs and saw this. I was wandering around looking for.. something. But I don't recall what." His grip tightens on the plant, the only thing he remembers so far is it making noise and him picking it up. Even the person talking to him doesn't look familiar.

And that should be a lot more alarming. It really should. But for some reason Genji is fine with it. Which even he recognizes is wrong.

"Home? I..." Hn. Okay. Think, he had to live somewhere. "I think I know where it is."

There's vague scenes floating through his head, bunk style beds, another man, one dressed in blue. Something about being yelled at for leaving bowls of ramen everywhere.

"Why can't I keep the plant?"