...I'm sorry, this is going to sound silly. I just...

[Want something to remember him by.]

Would like some kind of, um. Token. [He twists his fingers together.] Like a...small model of his hook, maybe.

[Lefou himself never saw the hook, but everyone else did, briefly. He likes the idea of having something like a weight, something to carry close to his heart to remind him of what he's still fighting for.]