Planes broken in the woods, perhaps with the trees and other plants growing around them, through them. Cho has seen pictures of pickups in certain areas of American left to rust in the wild, slowly reclaimed by the wilderness. She wonders if the planes look like that. It's a sad, but oddly beautiful thought. Mostly sad.

Lalli. Safe. She turns her eyes to look at Onni, to try and read his expression, but she honestly isn't sure what she's looking for. He's hurt, and she's hurt, and it sucks. "You mean did I think you would be a danger to him? That you would actually hurt him?" The question is not quite as simple as it seems. Cho thinks that anything that would have caused Lalli aggitation, for whatever reason, real or imagined, might have caused harm. But had she thought that Onni would intentionally harm his cousin? "No. Are you... sure you want to talk about this?" She's not sure how she feels about it, but she doesn't feel good about much lately. This is hardly the worst of it. But she wants to be sure that Onni wants these answers, that she's not somehow managing to misread the situation.