Mykha doesn't understand either. They don't talk about the past much in general; Moz had told him some things when he was very young about their homes being destroyed by the First Order, but Mykha was confused at the time. None of it made sense. It still doesn't. It's making less every second. He can't imagine his father would do something like this on purpose, he's not a cruel man or a liar. There's some other explanation.
Even as he worries over that, everything else Ori's said keeps cycling through his head. Our people. Before the war. Homeland. Everyone left. He squints at them, a wild thought creeping up on him.
“Wait, go back. All that stuff about this Noxel place... I know I'm probably being crazy, but it sounds a lot like you're describing Abhael.”