[He gives up on standing, flopping backwards and wrapping the jacket around himself like it's a blanket. Just let him rot...]
There's no home, here. Not even anything close.
[Not that he's ever had a home at all. He's heard of what homes should be like, but anywhere he's stayed has always been hollow and empty no matter what he added or what he made it of. Home just... didn't exist.
If there was such a thing as home, though, it would be the North. That's where he feels the most like himself, but he's stuck here.]
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[He gives up on standing, flopping backwards and wrapping the jacket around himself like it's a blanket. Just let him rot...]
There's no home, here. Not even anything close.
[Not that he's ever had a home at all. He's heard of what homes should be like, but anywhere he's stayed has always been hollow and empty no matter what he added or what he made it of. Home just... didn't exist.
If there was such a thing as home, though, it would be the North. That's where he feels the most like himself, but he's stuck here.]