‘I was talking about the link between me and her. How they tried to tame me. That was really something, wasn’t it? She was furious there for a moment, when she thought that you might have been the link they needed. You know what that would have meant to them – they wouldn’t have been destroyed. They might even have used me to communicate with the human governments. Shared the galaxy with us. Such a lost opportunity.’
‘You would have been – like a Bugger. A slave to them.’
‘Sure. I wouldn’t have liked it. But all the lives that would have been saved – I was a soldier, wasn’t I? If one soldier, dying, can save the lives of billions …’
‘But it couldn’t have worked. You have an independent will,’ said Valentine.
'Sure,’ said Ender. ‘Or at least, more independent than the Hive Queen can deal with. You too. Comforting, isn’t it?’
'...I think she may have told us more than she meant to.’
‘You mean she didn’t mean her promise?’
‘No, Val, no, she always means her promises. She doesn’t know how to lie.’
<We don’t control him. He’s free. He can kill me if he wants. I won’t stop him. Will you kill me?>
This time the you was not Valentine; she could feel the question recede from her. And now, as the Hive Queen waited for an answer, she felt another thought in her mind. So close to her own way of thinking that if she hadn’t been sensitized, if she hadn’t been waiting for Ender to answer, she would have assumed it was her own natural thought.
Never, said the thought in her mind. I will never kill you. I love you.
And along with this thought came a glimmer of genuine emotion toward the Hive Queen. All at once her mental image of the Hive Queen included no loathing at all. Instead she seemed majestic, royal, magnificent. The rainbows from her wing covers no longer seemed like an oily scum on water, the light reflecting from her eyes was like a halo; the glistening fluids at the tip of her abdomen were the threads of life, like milk at the nipple of a woman’s breast, stringing with saliva to her baby’s suckling mouth. Valentine had been fighting nausea till now, yet suddenly she almost worshipped the Hive Queen.
It was Ender’s thought in her mind, she knew that; that’s why the thoughts felt so much like her own.
That if she had been with Ender, the Buggers could have used her to get control of him?
<No. Could not do it. You are also too strong. We were doomed. We were dead. He couldn’t belong to us. But not to you either. Not anymore. Couldn’t tame him, but we twined with him.>