[The response comes quickly, with little hesitation. It's a bit surprising how easily he disclosed that...
What does a dead star have at home? He had nothing material binding him to his home world. He assisted humans in killing what "family" he had, and those he could consider friends were also here as well...some of them, at least. And the rest of their friends had lives to live, having found their purposes, having grown as people.
...Though a small, miniscule part of wished he could at least live some, tiny part of their beautiful, shining lives with them, before his rational mind told him that it was rather selfish.]
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[The response comes quickly, with little hesitation. It's a bit surprising how easily he disclosed that...
What does a dead star have at home? He had nothing material binding him to his home world. He assisted humans in killing what "family" he had, and those he could consider friends were also here as well...some of them, at least. And the rest of their friends had lives to live, having found their purposes, having grown as people.
...Though a small, miniscule part of wished he could at least live some, tiny part of their beautiful, shining lives with them, before his rational mind told him that it was rather selfish.]