[But then he laughs, and it's a strange hollow sound. Home is what you make of it. Not his home-- it is what it is, and he accepts it utterly despite that it isn't a home at all, just a deep ugly pit where monsters are spawned and forced to tear each other apart.
But it's his. It's where he belongs. This place-- he doubts he'll ever get used to it.]
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[But then he laughs, and it's a strange hollow sound. Home is what you make of it. Not his home-- it is what it is, and he accepts it utterly despite that it isn't a home at all, just a deep ugly pit where monsters are spawned and forced to tear each other apart.
But it's his. It's where he belongs. This place-- he doubts he'll ever get used to it.]