Inigo considers what she's saying, humming. He kind of likes the idea of vistas too, especially since all they see outside these train windows all the time is that darn void.. It's not exactly fun or inspiring.

But there's something else too.

"Someone made a memorial, right?" It was Eight, but Inigo is having a hard time remembering right now. "I think anyone who wants could add to it. Maybe you could find out whoever was making that and see if you could paint portraits to go along with it? It'd be nice to have that all in one place." Like a space where people could remember those long gone.