Revenge
One of Nolan´s earliest memories was that of his aunt on her farm, fetching fresh eggs from the chicken coop in the morning. He was allowed to take them out of the nests himself, sometimes.
Her house had always been a safe haven, even in the absence of any real danger, objectively speaking. But in retrospect, with the experience of only last year and cold, hard guns held to his head – he had every right to treasure his safe haven of a childhood home.
His hand lingered on the warm wood. Felt the flaws and fissures. This home was safe.