At that, Sebastian smiles. "There's something wonderful in that." Perhaps it is the imperialist in him, a belief that a nameless thing can be marked and shaped by a few mismatched syllables, but perhaps, too, it was simply a wondering love of the empty spaces in maps, of questions you have to find the answers to, of dreams with no meaning but those you create in the half-delirious moments before waking.

"One day, if it is at all possible, I'd like to travel beyond Earth. I'm not sure how, but now that I know it can be done, I would like to do it."