The question surprised Dolores, and though she knew her answer immediately, she hesitated. Her answer seemed to be the opposite from most everyone else's. It made sense that everyone should want to go home. They had lives to go back to, families and friends, real homes and real people waiting for them.
Her world was someone else's dream, and she was just a puppet.
"I worry for the people who want to get back," she said slowly. Obi-Wan didn't seem like someone she had to lie to. "But I don't ever want to go back."
She hadn't said it to anybody. She really hadn't said much about herself, at all, to anybody, and so far, nobody had asked. They'd all been so busy worrying about their lives last week that getting-to-know-you conversations hadn't been so important.