Home is a foreign concept to her. She has never felt like she belonged anywhere, and it is quite a cruel thought, she thinks, because she should have felt like she belonged to Christina, who belongs, no, belonged to her.
If she was not so keen on having her silly adventures, maybe, she wouldn't have lost her Christina. She would have been there when those dreadful burglars came to rob her house, and consequently, her life.
After that, there was no point in having a home anymore. She drifted from the Warehouse to some city to some town to some village at various corners of the world, and back to the Warehouse, to regain the home she never had.
It did not work, as evidenced by the coldness of her once bronze skin she still sometimes feel, and she thought, why not destroy everyone else's home if she cannot have one?
She was stopped, thankfully, by someone who lately feels like home to her.
But what is a home anyway? She has never known it, so how can she feel it?
So, she takes the Astrolabe and denies herself of this home, and onto another adventure that has always given her respite from this thing she doesn't have but everyone else is so fond of, and seems to have.
Then she finds herself in an undisclosed location (somewhere in the southern part of the largest continent on Earth), and the mysterious evil she has been running away from catches up to her, and he has her at gun point, but she does not see the barrel which signals her death. Instead, she sees green eyes looking back at her with a conflicted frown and barely hidden adoration.
And suddenly, she wants to, needs to, live because she has not yet figured out the whole mystery behind those green eyes, and her conscience refuses to let her leave it unsolved.
"Not today," she mutters, and dodges a bullet that is impossible to dodge.
Maybe that is home, she thinks as she starts to run again, a place she desperately wants to return to.