I mean-- [He starts, only to pause and regard the boy in front of him; if he'd had a mirror that showed himself at twelve...Force, he'd never imagined they'd look that much alike. Leia seemed to have gotten all of her mother to herself. He sighs quietly, and nods back in the way of the small gathering of Moira survivors. There isn't anything left out here of value.]

It's another universe entirely. Like...like wild space, just farther away. There isn't any turning around and just going home.

[At least not in any permanent way, nothing that makes sense to explain concisely. He's seen visions of home plenty, broken pieces of it melded together across timelines in a way that never should have been possible. But the Ingress isn't home, and as far as everyone here is concerned, there's no simple way to go back willingly. And who knows what's happened to those who've disappeared.]