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[whatdeheckisdat]

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Action, March 19

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[lostinmyway]

But it feels nice to make your home look pretty. Then it feels like you're being welcomed home whenever you come inside.

[Tread very carefully here, Dhaos....]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos does not see the danger here.]

I have no need of being welcomed home.

[lostinmyway]

[That earns him a troubled look.]

Oh, no, everyone should feel welcomed home.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos shakes his head.] It is difficult to consider a place such as this 'home'.

[lostinmyway]

It is?

[That's a little difficult for Grune to understand. No matter where she goes, as long as she has friends there, anywhere can feel like home to her.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

Nn. I will be most disappointed in myself if I ever do come to think of it as home.

[Because that means he will have given up on saving Derris-Kharlan. And he can't.]

[lostinmyway]

Don't you want a home?

[whatdeheckisdat]

I have a home. [One he is unlikely to ever see again, but...]

[lostinmyway]

You do?

[She starts looking around, as if she's expecting to be able to see it from his window.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

Yes. But it is not here.

[Surely even Grune could understand this.]

[lostinmyway]

Where is it?

[whatdeheckisdat]

At home. [Which is not very helpful, so Dhaos adds:] On Derris-Kharlan. Where I was born.

[lostinmyway]

Derris-Kharlan? [Has she heard that name before?] That's a pretty name. It must be a nice place.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos isn't really surprised, even if he'd rather Grune didn't forget something like that.] It was, once. That is my home, not this place.

[lostinmyway]

[Dhaos seems a little upset, and so she gives his hand a squeeze to make him feel better.]

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be able to see it again soon.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[If Grune knew what was good for her, she would just give up. Between angry reflections in mirrors and memories of home, there is just far too much out there capable of making Dhaos 'a little upset'.]

That was what I said when I left. [And he never returned.]

[lostinmyway]

Why did you leave?

[It's clear even to her that Dhaos loved his home very much. She's not sure why, in that case, he would go away.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[...Is this something he wants to tell Grune? Not telling people is what lead to his failure and his death, but it hardly matters here in Luceti... And that whole mess is something he wants to keep Grune away from.]

...I had a job to do. A promise to keep.

[lostinmyway]

That's good. It's important to keep your promises.

Did you finish your job yet?

[whatdeheckisdat]

...I never will. And that is why the persona was so angry. I cannot return home until I have succeeded, and here I am...

fffff notifs

[lostinmyway]

[She looks up at him quietly for a moment. And then she squeezes his hand again.]

I'll help. We can work together and do our best, and then you can go home.

Thanks, LJ.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos shakes his head.]

It is impossible. It is not something that can be accomplished in Luceti.

[Not that he'll stop trying, but that's for him to deal with. He doesn't need Grune's help when it is likely to be a losing battle.]

[lostinmyway]

Are you sure? Maybe we can do a little bit together here, and then we can work together some more when we leave.

[It doesn't matter if they can't do very much, as long as they do what they can. She very much wants to help Dhaos so he won't be homesick anymore.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

When we...

Grune, if we leave, there will be nothing either of us can do.

[lostinmyway]

Why?