There's no place like home...
“Well, they call them green lands for a reason, and sure, the weather is nicer at least some times, but well, with men, lots of men, come laws and with laws come politicians, taxes, the loss of personal freedoms based on silly, nearly undefinable codes of morality that shift just as surely as the silt from one man to another…”
“No, this place is mostly waterless, scarce of food, poisonous, irradiated, bomb cratered, half buried, wind whipped, electrified, and most surely just as haunted as the storied manses of old, but it’s a far more fitting home for the likes of me. What I became when I was your age, there’s no home for that in the green lands.”