He hadn't wanted to go anywhere else.
There were Temples he could go to, friends he could ask for help and Jedi Masters he could turn to for guidance... and none of them had entered his head. Ever since waking up in the cargo hold of the Spirit of Serendipity, the ship he had taken upon Hannibal's death, he had wanted to see one person and only one person. He went through the motions that were expected of him and gave a brief report to a droid who could give it to the Jedi Council so they would know that Dantooine was unsafe.
He stayed with Thelian and Clove in the medical bay, staying purely to make sure that they were alright. That they would live and that he hadn't failed them anywhere near as much as he thought that he had. How much he feared he had let them down... he needed to make sure that they were going to survive and that was what he did because he needed to do it.
But the only thing he wanted to do didn't involve a single Jedi or a Temple or getting himself fully healed up or anything like that - because all that he wanted to do was see his mom.
Maybe he was too old for it but he didn't care.
He wanted to see his mom.
Landing Hannibal's ship was the job of the piloting droids Hannibal had always used, leaving Crix free so that he might sleep on the journey. It had been a pretty thin hope that he would be able to sleep. His eyes were red and raw from tears and sleep proved elusive despite how exhausted he was because every time he closed his eyes he saw it again.
Saw Raze standing and Hannibal broken on the ground behind him.
It was all he could see when he settled down to finally try and rest but he knew that he couldn't go on like that. He needed something to grab onto, someone who could ground him and let him finally have something close to security again. The touch of the familiar and the warmth of someone who would love him no matter how badly he failed, no matter how many people died because he wasn't strong enough... he hoped.
He rang the bell and as the door opened he felt the tears welling up again even as he tried so desperately to smile. In some attempt to look less like the lost and scared little boy he felt like as he stood there, left arm in a sling, shoulder bandaged heavily with cuts all over his face, standing in front of his mom with nothing (and everything) to say.
"Mom I..." his voice broke despite himself, "Mom I'm sorry I couldn't... I couldn't..."
And without any warning he was almost babbling as the tears started to streak down his face.
He just didn't have the words.
@Sreeya