[He listens raptly to her explanation. And she humors his ignorance, smiling all the while. He thinks hard about all of this, rather seriously so now.]

By word of thee, then, true travel is not mere the distance traveled nor the wonders uncovered, but to be missed by those left behind.

[Like when his ancestor was made to depart on important culling business. Like his lusus... who never came back.

And now he realizes, he thought nothing of it when he opted to come here. If he'd had no way back then would he have been missed? Meulin and Mituna, surely. Would the rest of his friends...?]

...Have you anyone to miss you by your world, sister Katherine?