‘It’s the worst thing you’ll ever do in your life,’ she said, ‘helping the people you love to do something that in your heart you believe is deeply wrong.’
‘Aren’t you glad to see me, Val, my dearest sweetheart Demosthenes?’ Peter pushed his way between Ender and young Val. ‘Don’t you have tender memories of me, as well? Am I not more beautiful than you remembered? I’m certainly glad to see you. You’ve done so well with the persona I created for you. Demosthenes. I made you, and you don’t even thank me for it.’
She stepped forward, away from Jakt, until she stood before Ender face to face.
‘Ender,’ she said. ‘Dear sweet tormented boy, was this what you create, when you go to a place where you can make anything you want?’