<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>He let out a small sigh as she spoke that word, <span style="font-style: italic">Home.</span>  He had never truly known one, and always longed for one.  As a guard on diplomatic missions, he often saw children torn from their homes, and the obvious longing and misery that this brought them.  It was difficult to stay like stone, stoic and unbreakable, when you had too many emotions running through your head.  <br/>The academy hadn't killed them outright, but the solitude of a world gone by had put them to sleep.  Though with each passing day he spent with Sara, they woke up and made their slow, trudging journey up to the forefront of his consciousness.  <br/><br/>&amp;quot;I would like to set up a home,&amp;quot; he said at length, sounding almost unable to convey his sentiment.<br/>&amp;quot;We can offer our skills as payment for our stead.  With what we know, I'm sure we'd be invaluable to a fledgling community.&amp;quot;</div></blockquote>