[ Hansa looks at the broken window, and Hua Cheng assesses the other that Xie Lian broke during their investigation. He lifts his hand in response to the wave, crossing the station to sit on the top of a bench instead of in it proper. ]

We don't have trains, but I can understand its function. [ A huff, his arms crossing over his chest as he looks straight off through the still-intact windows. ]

It wouldn't take it back, but it would mean that many here wouldn't have to sit here and question their morals.