What could be considered a person’s home? For me I’m not sure what home is. I’ve never had one. Not a real one. Manticore… Manticore was home. It was where I was born and where I was raised. That is until ’09. In ’09 twelve of us escaped from Manticore. But we split up… something about it being safer that way. It wasn’t. There were too many things out there in the real world that I didn’t understand. Things that made no sense whatsoever. It wasn’t home. It wasn’t Manticore.
Manticore was so simple… I at least knew, no… not knew but understood the place. Out in the real world… it wasn’t home. And I needed home. But it became too late. I did some bad things and Maxie found me. Maxie did what I wanted her to. And in the end I found the perfect home for me. One that wasn’t so hard to understand. One where I didn’t have to worry about being the perfect soldier… or even the broken one. No… this new home was nice… it made more sense.
Home was the Good Place. Where all the good little soldiers went. Here… here I knew I was home and knew that I’d be safe.
Muse: Ben/X5-493
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 208