"I know," she agrees grimly. "I mean, I've had conversations with trees. They're slow and not very much like people, but they're alive. Not those ones. They only looked like trees."

Ylva picks up her drink, turning it her hands. "There was a trip where we went to an island where there were animals, and real trees, and it was great. Still a lot of weird shit, but... I liked it. Only the one, though."