Theo had always been a bit of a wanderer, even if he was starting to settle down here on the Fallen Arm. Before things had gotten so bad, he had visited many a Homs colony, getting himself plenty of stories under his belt. Plenty of stories that Machina, stuck in one area, were happy to hear.

He smiled at the group around him. From the oldest of Machina to the youngest, they were all gathered to listen to another one of his stories - this one about Colony 8, once the home of Mumkhar (he wondered how that bastard was doing anyway). He rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face. This was going to be great!

"And so, I walked into Colony 8 and was shocked by what I saw. For a Colony on the brink of danger, they sure were cheery! Just goes to show you Homs are always trying to look on the brightside." Well, most of them, but he didn't need to talk about the pessimists. "You'd never have expected anything was wrong."

They all listened, humming in curiosity, and Kazat spoke up. "Were they all just bright and cheery, then? Or were some a bit more down?"

"See, the soldiers were clearly more on edge, but they didn't let it affect the atmosphere. The only one who really seemed on edge was the man known as Mumkhar!" Theo nodded. "He seemed ready to fight any Mechon that came his way, despite our lack of actual weapons to deal with them… I bet if he were to meet you all, he would just be giddy seeing all the weapons you have."

"He sounds dangerous." Mixik stuck her tongue out. "I'm not sure he would be good for the village!"

"He probably wouldn't be." Theo shook his head. "He was an interesting man, but he'd go crazy looking at such a peaceful life!"

Not to mention how he changed when he lost his colony… He couldn't help but feel he'd hate the Machina for living in peace, away from Egil and his ire, while his home was destroyed. He wouldn't mention that, though, even if asked about it. Some things were better left unsaid.

"Well?" Another Machina spoke up. "You can't just stop there! Tell us more about your visit to Colony 8! Did you play tag with the children? Help the soldiers with their weapons? Let us know!"

"Of course, no more delaying! Not when you all love the stories so much." He chuckled a bit and rubbed his chin. "Let me see… There were some children who begged me to tell them stories and play with them, so we started playing house. I was the wise grandpa and…"

He continued to speak and watched the Machina, all so happy to hear about these people and their home. He could tell some little ones were even fantasizing about being able to play with Homs children, learning new games that they didn't have out here on the arm.

Maybe one day he would head out again, find more Homs… Help them make a connection with the Machina. Bionis knew these kids could use some more friends…

Ah, it seemed the nomadic life was never over for him, but that was alright. It suited him just fine.