[Well, that's reassuring, at least... she can chalk up one thing that she didn't break. Progress!

Except she notices the hesitation, and the sigh, and she recognizes that maybe she's still being a little too selfish.] I like this place well enough. It's something we helped to build, with our own hands. It's ours. But... it's not home. We said we'd stop running away, but... as long as we're here, it won't end.