Shelter is shelter - I hold no attachments to anything here or in my own reality. Moving was somewhat common when I was a child, so it doesn't bother me to pick up and leave.

[In the end-

The castle is meaningless to him. The faces that used to wander around the halls worthless and gone. People around them vanishing, without a trace.

He eyes the stone walls regardless. Someone else will take it over. Maybe has already and they're being watched through those dim, unlit windows.]

Though our new place is much better, and far more appealing. It's reminiscent of a traditional home in my reality and has amenities I'm familiar with.