He snorted softly, "You gets useds to it. You don't gots to takes it, though. Beings just Lulu is... who you ams. But dats, hnn... If you is feels dats you is wantings to, dat will make me vury happy. Be de first Skwigelf womans dats ain't a total complete sorts of crazy woman." He said, leading her slowly to the door of the castle. Their footsteps echoed through the newly frescoed hallway while electric-powered torches lit their way. It was amazing how he knew exactly where to go after all the years he'd spent away from Mordhaus. "Dis is my homes, has beens since I remembers on it being builds de first times? I can'ts says dats about nowhere else acepts my cabin. But Mordhaus... Its is de place I will forever calls de homes of my soul. Everythings dats has happen to me dats is worth a remember comes from dis place." He explained, turning a corner to lead her into the large room which was so familiar, so perfectly recreated, that his breath caught for a moment and he had to swallow down a lump in his throat. The saw-shaped table, the plush-but-brutal chairs and couches, even the hot tub, video games, the wall of amplifiers and dozen TVs were right where they always were. He squeezed her hand and nodded to the one thing that was out of place in the room -- a small dining table with two seats and a lit candle centerpiece.
The entire place seemed so empty without the other four around, but he didn't seem to mind. Soon they'd come and fill this place with their own energy, their own lives. But for now, this was his home, and only his home, and he'd share it with the one he loved.