"The Sanctum didn't feel like home, but it was home-y until it all fell apart." There's some tablecloth that isn't fallen apart or eaten holes in. He packs that away. No telling what use some half-decent fabric can have. Maybe in a year or two (or ten, not that he expects to live or at least have his mind intact that long) it could've been home, if need be.

The hell is home, anyway? He'd left his own young, once-familiar trappings becoming foreign. Training, that had been home for a while, until he graduated into being a Templar. Ostwick was home for the longest time. Starkhaven, for a time.

Does Kirkwall, does Riftwatch feel like home after a year? Not yet.

"If we don't win this war, the arc of history is gonna go spiraling downward pretty rapidly."