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Nyan woke his first morning in his new room unsure of what to think. He had renounced his own land when he followed Teal’c and the rest of his people to their world.
Was he still a Bedrosian even if he would never lay his eyes upon its soil again? He wondered about how his disappearance would be explained, would they just pretend he was dead? Would his family and friends grieve for him? Would they brand him as a coward and a traitor?
He hoped that the Tau’ri would not hold it against him. He hoped in time he would be able to untangle his feelings and his loyalties.