"To leave behind this dull and wasting world, this profane plane we call the Waking. I tire of the demands a physical body puts upon us, I tire of being tethered to the earth, to reality, left to look up towards the stars and feel. Homesick for them. I wish to ascend, and finally understand the reasons why the planes are as they are. I wish- I need -to shed this husk my spirit is forced to endure."

He got a little passionate during that explanation, sounding almost upset at all these apparent affronts being a human in a physical body forces upon him. He'd had in his hands a slip of paper for writing down wishes at the start. As he continued, he'd begun to twist at it. By the time he's finished, it's been wound cord tight and has rendered the paper all but useless for writing.