I'm afraid I no longer do. ( But he has the courtesy to seem undeterred, politely present. As if he has tired of the tragedies that have befallen him and wishes to merely carry on without entertaining them further. Home is a place, a person, a possibility.

They walk on — the young lady livened, the man slightly more staggered. Now and then, he shoots another sheepish smile, rewarding her patience for the inconvenience of travelling beside him. )

...the bad guy. ( From earlier. It seems to have struck him. Airily: ) There are a number of those, everywhere. I suppose if you ask the first natives, Alem was the villain of their story. It's all... all in the point of view, after a time, isn't it?

( And a shrug, minute. ) And in who wins the war. Victors tell stories.