[Onni makes a low hum in his throat at that comment - it's in the past, it doesn't exist anymore. It's something Onni can deeply empathize with, can understand on a personal level. That sensation makes its way through the tenuous mental connection, and he sighs audibly.]

In a way, that's similar to the home I was thinking about. That place is gone.

[It's true, in both a sentimental and literal sense. Toivosaari is gone, razed to the ground, in ruins.

The smell of the sea, and of smoke, as it comes through the connection they share, brings back memories that are painful to think about. Days spent in a tiny island shelter while his home burned. Lake water instead of seawater, of course, but so similar...]

Good for you. I recently lost my sister.