As a general rule Dante did not often try to think of home. The metal jungle they now lived in was something new to explore, he told himself, and he had been there before - it shouldn't be so shocking to him. Yet there he was, almost unable to leave The Fort, in fear of having to come to terms with not having a true home to go back to.
"Adjusting the way mortals do. Frustratingly and with a lot of emotion at once." He smiled, but only because even if his children were shaped like adults he still liked to think of them as the red faced wobble walking toddlers he had fell in love with.