something to be said for the tragedy of the ipre’s ending. like, they aren’t living on their homeworld. can you imagine? finally being able to stop running after all that time, and you don’t even get to go home? having to carve out a life for yourself in another world? not even the small things, they do find homes in faerun, i don’t doubt that raven’s roost is the place magnus thinks of when he thinks of home, and some of them didn’t have much in the way of homes on twosun to begin with. but they have no history there. they didn’t grow up immersed in this world. it’s deeply unfamiliar. they don’t know the stars or the geography or the history of faerun. how many songs and landscapes and pieces of art do they remember from their homeworld, that no one else around them knows? how many places are they never going to see again? how many times do you have to look at an unfamiliar map and an unfamiliar land before it starts to feel like home?