It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.