Emil mutters the words over and over, under his breath even though there's no one to hear him - no one but Lalli, who all this is for in the first place, curled under the bed in the quarantine cell next to his. Hyyyy...vääää... the memory of failed attempts still stings, and part of him wonders why he even bothers to try learning Finnish again. But he knows why; there is so much between them, so much he cannot say only in dreams, and no one left to translate.