'Home' was a flexible concept for Vax'ildan as it was. It had been a simple life with Vex and their mother, once. It had never been Syngorn, really. Home certainly wasn't a place, not Emon or even Greyskull Keep. It was his sister and Vax Machina, if it was anything.

Having whisked up what broken shards he'd found into a pile, Vax noted a shallow, angled shape clipped to the pole of the broom. It came off easily for sweeping his mess into. Clever, that.

"You say you were fighting demons?" He didn't pronounce it the way Ignis had done - not to correct the man, so much as being used to it.