"I think I speak for both of us when I say we remember a lot about the past. Maybe not as much as one of the Guardians that were here before us, but we were there when the Grove was founded. We remember each of you as you were in your pasts."

She'll look over the pictures and listen as he recounts the letters. She doesn't have much in the way of a face, but one can imagine her frowning.

"You must have been to your home already," she surmises, "based on those. Memories are difficult to come by..." A pause, a hum. "Allow me to ask you this much: Where would the current you hide information for the future? The soul isn't as different as the body. Some things are consistent."