No more going back home for him, even if he had found him and brought him back. His life was basically over now that he was seen as more of a liability than an asset. He had left the Enclave with an escort or two, and now he had none and nopony would be going back to inform. Just him, his sword, and some very pleasant company. He had no choice but to find refuge in the North. Or with the changelings. That, put simply, was as good as suicidal.