[ Erik's brow furrows at the question. The man is friendly enough, but this isn't exactly an equal exchange of information. The man seems interested in his past in a way few other volunteers are, and Erik can't shake the feeling that it's not simple curiosity that is motivating this soft interrogation, but some sort of suspicion. Perhaps he hasn't run far enough. Perhaps the men that knowingly falsely convicted him somehow found where he went and followed him.

He just wants what he's always wanted: to be left in peace with the rest of his kind. Which will never happen, as that very existence is seen as an existential threat by the humans. ]

I travel a lot. [ He says, betraying nothing of these inner thoughts. ] I wouldn't call any of those places "home". Part of why it was so easy to leave it all and come here. What year was it when you left? Any place in particular you're hoping to go back to?