[he just continues to smile the same somber—self-deprecating, almost—smile.]

... There's nothing left for me back there. I'm done.

[and he's already used a wish to clean up the one major loose end he's left behind. if it's really been granted, at least.]

I've asked the Crafters about going to a different world instead, if I survive this, but they said they'll get back to me later. Otherwise...

[he shrugs. he doesn't know what he'll do.]