Family/Planets
“Then where was your home?”
Maul parted his lips and hesitated before answering in a soft murmur.
“A cage surrounded by rivers of magma.”
Móni fluttered her lashes in question when an image of a starving child with cuts and bruises caged with fumes of sulfur struck her.
“Maybe it was where you were raised, but a home is warm, inviting, and a place of refuge. Somewhere you’re always content to return to.”
Star Wars: Autonomous - Chapter 32: Mother








