Home.
The word reverberated.
“What an interesting concept,” Etah thought to himself.
Coruscant clearly wasn’t that, neither was Selen.
Yridia is lost to us.
But now Tarthos is all of a sudden supposed to matter?

Home….
The word reasserted.
“This I clearly can’t accept,” Etah fraught to himself.
Tarthos, land of the Lion. A planet that means nothing to me.
Identity is lost to us.
But now all of a sudden, I find myself getting madder.

Home.
The word serrated.
“There is only one conclusion that can be reached,” Etah fought with himself.
The Clan of Life and Death is neither living nor dead.
We are now the last of us.
But now all of a sudden, I find myself becoming murder.

There’s only one thing left to be said,
Home is where you lay your dead.