No interest in his home? How could that be? Was it a cruel place? A place, perhaps, where they were cruel to him? Where he suffered? It would make sense to not grieve for such a place, yet all the same Anduin struggles to accept it. Surely there are good people? Surely not all of them are bad?

"I'm a priest," he allows. "The Light answers me."

An answer without too much detail, because he's not certain he wants to go into specifics when this person may come at him with a knife again any moment.