When was the last time he had been asked that question? It seemed these days everyone already knew, or perhaps he had begun to blend and no one thought to ask at all. He kept his shard hidden, though on their journey for the moment he had left it unwrapped so it shone green in the fire's light. Unnerving, just barely, and yet beautiful now too. Strange that he had become so accustomed to it even when he knew it was killing him.

Well, if it was doing that, best to live life to the fullest, no?

"Worlds," he corrected Biffy, leaning back some more on his saddle and raising his hand in a slow, grand gesture and pointing through the boughs to the stars beyond. "I'm a captain, in my world. I sail a sea of stars - the view we have now but from all angles - hiding worlds far stranger and more wonderful than you can imagine. And my job is to find them."