He is taken aback by the outburst. "How did you--?" He sweeps his gaze across the room. It feels like he's walking into a stranger's place. He has lived so many different lives in so many different homes that this one no longer feels...his own. Ironically, it's that distance which shows him how starkly the souvenirs do stand out against the otherwise plain room.

"Oh..." He sighs. "Of course I kept them. Why would I not?"