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Home is tall, strong, geometric towers glinting under the suns. Home is quiet. There are no wars, no expectations. She is left alone in peace.
Home is a memory she held in her heart when the ship departed. Home is clutched tight against her chest, to help her remember herself when all she can do is cast reflections and be told what to do.
Home is so far away that her water wings dissipate as soon as her bare feet touch Homeworld.
Home isn’t the same. The towers are too strong, too tall, blocking the suns. Home isn't quiet. They want answers.
Home is another prison.
