I mean, I spent 30 years in the world of physical perfection, right? I've known most of the world's most perfect physical specimens over the course of the last 30 years.
What am I now, Alai?" "Still good. " "At what?" "At--anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe. " "I don't want to go to the end of the universe. " "So where do you want to go? They'll follow you. " I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is.