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I'll never see my home again.

It is the most tactically sound maneuver. You know that.

I believe I would be remiss if I didn't welcome you to this venue. I am glad to see you here.

I do know that to be true. But I still wish it were otherwise.

Thank you, desh'nal. I am making an effort, as everyone has suggested.

You are welcome, as always. Your presence in any proximity to mine is never otherwise.

*tilts head*

Permission to inquire with regards to personal data?

Of course, Cain. Always. You know you need not ask my permission to inquire on anything.

Is it...unnatural? To be pulled from one's home and not experience a longing to return?

You were oppressed on your world...a victim of crimes against humanity beyond the pale. Yet you experience this thing called 'homesickness.' I...do not. The Sinvian homeworld is a place I hope never to return.

Am I malfunctioning in this?

No, you are not malfunctioning. My emotions, where my homeworld is concerned, are...very complicated. It isn't the tyranny that I miss, it is my family, my friends, my world. I am free on Earth, but everything and everyone here is so...alien, to me. Sometimes, I simply ache for something familiar.

You were never a child on Sinvian, dash'nal, nor did you have friends, or family, or anything good in that place. It's my belief that Earth is your home, Cain. Or that it is becoming home to you.

Perhaps someday it will become home to me as well.

Intelligence I have gathered indicates that home is not a location...it is a concept, a feeling.

The Majors Riley have told me that for them, home is each other...and their respective women.

The data requires further analysis...but I believe that you are my home.

Oh...Cain.

I am...I don't know what to say.

A response is not required. I am simply briefing you on the facts as I process the data.

You are the closest thing that I have to a sense of home as well.

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