"For what? There's nothing left for me, back home. What's the point of humanity if I'll only be alone and lonely?"

There wasn't any reason to be coy or close mouthed. Not any longer. And Scar seemed to genuinely want an answer, a real answer. The least she could do was give it to him.

Her tone was mild, but tired, and she didn't hold Scar's eyes when she spoke.

"I don't have any home. I don't have any family or friends. I don't even know if the rest of my kind are even still alive. Where would I go? What would I do? No. A human life in our home world doesn't matter anymore."