Yeah, Pandora! No seas and no oceans, only deserts and tundra and blight. Nothing green, nothing growing, nothing unscarred by fire and slag and Hyperion.

[He hunches his shoulders briefly - even moreso than they were already - and drops his gaze from Lust's face to the floor, grumbling briefly to himself as the memories invoked by his own words loom upward and crowd together for his attention. It takes a moment and several unintelligible grumbles, but he dismisses them with a sharp shake of his head and blinks his gaze back up to Lust.]

Home sweet shithole.