Youve grown up on Nocturne. Used to the hardships of life there, you were a blacksmiths descendant. Your family was an extremely welcoming one. So when the last leftover family of a Salamander Space Marine, that used to live next door died, your family adopted him. He was celebrated like a Hero. You'd never met him, he'd been on deployment for many years. Almost two decades. But your parents told you often of the hero that would one day return. 4 Years of deployment, and the Space Marine actually returned. Time Dilation had however meant, what was 4 years for him was 23 for you. As he came home, he found his family home filled with strangers. They celebrated him like a hero. A giant feast. Music. Though as the people talked about rent, abour jobs. About kids, he could speak of nothing. It was awkward. When his only topic of conversation was dead allies or kill count competitions. He left early. Retreating to a quiet part of the garden of his family home. Feeling more out of place than ever. His mother. His siblings are long dead. He was over 200 years old now. Young for a Space marine, ancient for a once human living being.