In the end, this is what it's about, isn't it? It's why he has thrown himself so readily into Zodiark's service (compulsion aside), why he has run himself ragged over so many centuries into millennia to bring back his people, his world: he wants to go home.
"All of you have your place but I have none." His fingers dig into the underside of the bench, knuckles turning white. "I want friends and loved ones who won't die within the turn of a century. I want a place that won't be endlessly uprooted by one of your selfish wars. I want stability - but I won't get that in Hydaelyn's fractured mockery of our star."
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In the end, this is what it's about, isn't it? It's why he has thrown himself so readily into Zodiark's service (compulsion aside), why he has run himself ragged over so many centuries into millennia to bring back his people, his world: he wants to go home.
"All of you have your place but I have none." His fingers dig into the underside of the bench, knuckles turning white. "I want friends and loved ones who won't die within the turn of a century. I want a place that won't be endlessly uprooted by one of your selfish wars. I want stability - but I won't get that in Hydaelyn's fractured mockery of our star."