I can understand the feeling of always having something that brings you back. Something that's...familiar, something you can't quite leave behind.

When I was younger I used to do all sorts of missionary work. Some of it took me pretty far away from anything I called home. Beautiful places, beautiful people. But none of that would have been home for me.

[He shifts a bit; his hand brushes up against the handle of one of his knives. Ritual things from the church, long and sharp. Meant to offer him protection here.]

This place isn't either. I don't really know that it will be.