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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
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41 okur puanı
Nisan 2024 tarihinde katıldı
The word began to spread among the pious: ‘In the house of Han Fei-tzu there dwells the last of the godspoken.’
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Han fei tzu ne jadar qing jao icin ugrassada, yinede basaramammasi uzuyo beni. herseyi kiziyla rahat ve guzel yasamak icin yapmisti
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You ve got me
‘You’re crying,’ said Jane in his ear.
‘This is such a happy day,’ he said.
‘It is, you know. You’re just about the only person wasting any pity on you tonight.’
‘Fine, then,’ said Ender. ‘If I’m the only one, then at least there’s one.’
‘You’ve got me,’ she said. ‘And our relationship has been chaste all along.’
‘I’ve really had enough of chastity in my life,’ he answered. ‘I wasn’t hoping for more.’
‘Everyone is chaste in the end. Everyone ends up out of reach of all the deadly sins.’
‘But I’m not dead,’ he said. ‘Not yet. Or am I?'
‘Does this feel like heaven?’ she asked.
He laughed, and not nicely. ‘Well, then, you can’t be dead.’
‘You forget,’ he said. ‘This could easily be hell.’
‘Is it?’ she asked him. He thought about all that had been accomplished. Ela’s viruses. Miro’s healing. Young Val’s kindness to Nimbo. The smile of peace on Novinha’s face. The pequeninos’ rejoicing as their liberty began its passage through their world. Already, he knew, the viricide was cutting an ever-widening swath through the prairie of capim surrounding the colony; by now it must already have passed into other forests; the Descolada, helpless now, giving way, as the mute and passive Recolada took its place. All these changes couldn’t possibly take place in hell.
‘I guess I’m still alive,’ he said.
‘And so am I,’ she said. ‘That’s something, too. Peter and Val, they’re not the only people to spring from your mind.’
‘No, they’re not,’ he said. ‘We’re both still alive, even if we have hard times coming.’ He remembered what lay in store for her, the mental crippling that was only weeks away, and he was ashamed of himself for having mourned his own losses.
‘I won’t go Outside again.’
‘Even if I can’t use Peter and young Val to carry my aiúa? You’d let the pequeninos and the Hive Queen be destroyed because you’re afraid of your own unconscious mind?’
‘You don’t understand how dangerous Peter is.’
So here they were, walking to the lab together – Peter, with Mayor Kovano completely in his pocket. Young Val, who had won over Quara no less completely, though her purpose was altruistic instead of exploitative. And Ender, their creator, furious and humiliated and afraid.
Mayor Kovano joined them outside. ‘A great day in the history of humanity,’ he said. ‘And by sheerest accident, I get to be in all the pictures.’ The others laughed – especially Peter, who had struck up a quick and easy friendship with Kovano.