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"Hey Bartz, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"What's your home world like?"

He had been going around to all the others asking about their own worlds, not really understanding everything they talked about (honestly, I didn't believe Squall when he said gardens were mechanical buildings that flew around, but maybe in his world, it was true). Now it was my turn, and I expected it when he sat down across from me with an excited look on his face.

"Let's see, there aren't have many towns with machines for buildings like Terra. We don't have lots of airships like Zidane's world. And there definitely aren't any, what did Cloud call them, motorcycles? It's a pretty quiet world, kinda like Onion Knight's I guess."

"Is that so…" He propped his head on his hands. "But there's gotta be something different about your world from everyone else's, right?"

I tapped a finger on my chin, trying to think of things that weren't in anyone else's world. "I met a talking turtle."

"Whoah! Seriously?!" His eyes lit up. "Uhh, what's a turtle?"

I burst out laughing, he really got excited over everything. "Well, the closest thing it looks like that you know is a Tonberry I guess. Except it walks on all four legs and doesn't have a knife or a lantern."

"Ah, I see. Got it." He nodded his head once. "Anything else interesting?"

"There's more creatures, like Hiryuus. And there's sea dragons and pirates too."

"Pie-rats? Is that another kind of talking monster?"

I burst into another fit of laughter, and he just scratched his head watching me. So I told him everything about my journey- the first time I met Boco, how I met my friends, landing in a ship graveyard, riding on meteors to another world, all the way up to fighting Exdeath. While I was talking about everything, he just sat there, soaking up everything I said, occasionally chiming in with a "whoah" and a "hmm."

"You've really been to a lot of places."

"I guess I have."

"Don't you miss your home? Like, your real home, not just your home world."

"Well, I suppose I do." I looked at the ground, and felt the wind start to blow around us. "I've just been traveling around the world since I was pretty young, so I haven't visited my hometown a lot. Even when I did go, I didn't stay for long, it's not like I had a family waiting for me or anything. I guess I just went wherever the wind took me."

I turned to look at him. He had somewhat of a nostalgic look on his face. "So, what about your world? You never really told us anything about your home."

He laid back on the ground. "In the world I traveled in, there were lots of things that were new to me. It was the first time I ever saw a chocobo, and I was pretty shocked. But later, I spent hours training some chocobos to race, and I'm a racing pro."

"Maybe we should race chocobos sometime then."

"As long as there's no balloons or birds flying at me, I'm game."

Whatever balloons were, I had no idea why those things would be important in a race. "You said there were lots of things new to you, but since it was your home world, shouldn't you be familiar with some things?"

He scrunched his face in thought. "I knew blitzball. And the hymn and prayer, except those meant totally different things in my home. That's about it though."

"Tell me about your home."

"The world I traveled in was like most of your worlds, towns here and there, lots of open land, not too much machina though."

"Machina?"

"Oh, it's another word for machines. My home though was full of machina. It's full of really tall buildings that reach all the way up to the sky. The streets are always full of people, day or night. At night, all the buildings light up, and it looks really… pretty."

He sounded a bit sad when he finished talking. "Sounds like a fun place. You should bring all of us there to visit."

"I'd like to go back too."

"You will, once we find the crystals and go back to our worlds, won't you visit your home?"

He stood up and stretched his arms, his back facing me. "I don't think I can go back there anymore."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated." He turned to face me. "Anyway, thanks for talking with me. It was a lot of fun." And he walked away before I could ask him anything else.

It seemed like he was having fun exploring different places and hearing about everyone else's adventures. But once in a while, he'd have a lonely look on his face.

He really missed being home.