[ Indeed, it's true. Though Yi Sang isn't particularly picky about his food, he's never had a particularly big appetite, which probably shows in his thin fingers and fragile-looking wrists.

He glances over at the empty picture frames again. Were they truly so unnerving? Perhaps he'd never noticed because, to Yi Sang, the room simply was. Rodion's proposal is intriguing though. Based on the pensive expression on his face, it's clear he's giving it serious consideration. ]

Photos of anything I may find interesting... I see, you are suggesting that I fill these frames with new memories.

[ That little workshop in T Corp.'s Nest contained filled picture frames as well. Some commemorated members of the League's first debuts at their conferences. Others were more mundane, like the photo of the yellow sepia calf kept on Dongrang's desk.

His gaze shifts from the picture frames, to Rodion, to his work bench, and then back to Rodion. He rises, a bit unsteady on his feet, but manages to catch his balance before making his way over to the work bench. As he moves, a portion of the work bench's surface bends, and a polaroid camera rises from the wood. Yi Sang clutches it carefully in his hands, returning to his spot near Rodion. ]

Then... if it is agreeable to you, I would request a photo of you, Rodion, to commemorate this idea.