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In many ways, Deku did not like how this woman spoke to him. True, he was a young boy still, but he had spent enough time on his own to know the difference between youth and experience. The starchaser had learned to hunt after more than stories and shooting stars in the heavens. He had learned to catch his own small meals – voles and mice, squirrels if he was fast enough – to keep himself from starving on his own. Deku was lean, but he was not starved, and he had endured worse if he thought hard enough about it. Having a home, though…
 
That question seemed to hang in the air like an ominous fog. Deku’s brow furrowed slightly and he turned his gaze away from her with a thoughtful frown. He had not had a home for some time. The last place that he could recall had been the forest where he had been born. The woods were empty, though. He had checked them several times before moving on. “No,” he answered in a quiet tone and shook his head. “I have not had a home for some time.”