"Ours...was much the same before the war tore it apart," Rung said quietly, leading the younger bot towards where he knew the junk piles were now, bits and pieces of scraps and junk already scattering the area. "It was bustling and so full of life. It was home, what I will always remember as being home."

Even if he had been lonely then as well, at least it hadn't been war ravaged and dark. So dark and dreary. Much like how he left it when he joined the crew of the Lost Light.

"The..very last time I saw the planet though..it was much like this," he added after a moment, pausing and nudging a bit of junk with his foot, looking it over before continuing forward, piles of junk started to appear more often now. "This is the junk pile, by the by."

Change of subject yes please.

"Apparently items fall from the Lambda as well and end up here," he explained, looking over at Blades. "All sorts of things can be found here, from what I've figured out and heard."