Home was Alternia, an unforgiving planet where everything tried to kill you on a good night, and the war took your friends on a bad one. Home was (more) death and captivity, culled bodies of both adults and wigglers left to the beasts. Psii had never had a strong nostalgia for his own species, let alone the Empire that had enslaved him. And, if the multiple timelines theory was correct, another version of him somewhen was continuing on the original course demanded by paradox space anyway, the one where Signless was executed, Disciple was driven into isolation, and he and Dolorosa were enslaved.

Fuck that.

He refused to be a slave anywhere, and he had a much better chance of freedom here. He had decided to risk his life for Signless and his cause on Alternia, even before they'd become friends. He knew for certain that Signless intended to not only fight for equal rights in Panem, but also build a life here, a life that included Psii. Neither of those things was anywhere near finished. 

He extended his hand to Sam's oddly augmented friend, minding his claws. Only Psii could smirk at a moment like this.

"Jutht don't blatht my head off again and we'll be fine."