(Lucretia allows him the silence that follows, because she gets it. She's felt similarly displaced throughout their travels; not even the Starblaster really felt like a home to her. After a moment, she drops her hand over the top of his, slips her fingers through his knuckles, and sighs.)
Home is wherever you all are.
(And she misses that. She misses the easy camaraderie, the sense of belonging. Being with the IPRE feels like having a family. Sometimes she feels hollow, knowing the great loneliness she'll be returning to.)
Sorry, (she snorts, and takes her hand back, straightening her shoulders.) Old age makes me sentimental, apparently.
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Home is wherever you all are.
(And she misses that. She misses the easy camaraderie, the sense of belonging. Being with the IPRE feels like having a family. Sometimes she feels hollow, knowing the great loneliness she'll be returning to.)
Sorry, (she snorts, and takes her hand back, straightening her shoulders.) Old age makes me sentimental, apparently.