[The scoff he gives echoes against the cramped vent walls.]
This is nothing like home.
[Even he has to admit there are certain similarities. To the war. To Lanteeb in particular. But beyond that--]
Home makes more sense.
[Sometimes, that's arguable, but he's never crashed this much, this frequently. Lost a year unknowingly. Been faced with a future far more tangible than a dream. They have authority at home, and something to stand on. And here that's continually ripped from underneath them, time and again.
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This is nothing like home.
[Even he has to admit there are certain similarities. To the war. To Lanteeb in particular. But beyond that--]
Home makes more sense.
[Sometimes, that's arguable, but he's never crashed this much, this frequently. Lost a year unknowingly. Been faced with a future far more tangible than a dream. They have authority at home, and something to stand on. And here that's continually ripped from underneath them, time and again.
He'd almost take a repeat of the war over this.]