The air was thick with the scent of rusted metal and the sharp, electric tang of an impending storm. The landscape stretched endlessly around him, ruinous and filled with impossible waste that did not belong anywhere in his world.
Now that Miles knew that he and Kurt had come from different worlds, he was certain that those things scattered across the Horizon were pieces of trash, of waste that was thrown in there from gods knew how many different worlds.
But this time, it felt different. It felt like home.
Not in the comforting, warm sense that his world carried. But in a way that had changed him irrevocably.
Miles could not quite place it. But after everything he had endured in The Maw, after facing down the Revenants and overcoming the crushing pressure, he knew he was not the same man who had jumped goodbye to Kurt a while ago.