"Yes. Well." Lust made a small noise that could have been a bitter laugh. "Those people have a habit of dying on me. And why would I want to go home?"

That goal had never been on Lust's agenda. She knew most of the prisoners here wanted to return home, but she found she had little desire to. Escape, yes, but this world was just as good as any other. Or so the homunculus supposed.

"There's nothing left for me there."