"The old Hometree wasn't my home for very long, but yeah." As long as he lives, Jake will never stop regretting his role in the destruction of the Omaticaya's home, and the lives of the hunters that were lost in the process. His pointed ears lay back a little in remembered sorrow and guilt, but his voice remains steady and clear. "It got destroyed. Cut down by sidewinders - uh, explosive missiles," he corrects himself, before he can slip too deep into the old military jargon of his past. "I'd only been living there for three months, but the Omaticaya clan had been there their whole lives." He shakes his head a little. "Eywa led us to a new Hometree and we've been there a couple years now. It's startin' to feel like home, even though we kinda had to start from scratch."

He smiles a little when Spock puts mister in front of his last time. He hasn't heard that particular form of address in a while. "Just Jake's fine. Good to meet you too."