You can't kill the truth.
The people who have the power want you scared. They want you walking around paralyzed by the notion that you could die at any moment.
That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.
Some people live where they work. Others just visit.
The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.
You really can't go home again. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn't really there anymore... but that it wasn't only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn't just a dream. Sometimes, that's the best thing of all.