Ender's Game (Ender's Saga, #1) - Orson Scott Card Page 0,42
in his cabin. Why? Because he’s scared to be alone, Ender. Scared of the dark.”
“Rose?”
“But they made him a commander and so he has to act like one. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s winning, but that scares him worst of all, because he doesn’t know why he’s winning, except that I have something to do with it. Any minute somebody could find out that Rosen isn’t some magic Israeli general who can win no matter what. He doesn’t know why anybody wins or loses. Nobody does.”
“It doesn’t mean he’s crazy, Dink.”
“I know, you’ve been here a year, you think these people are normal. Well, they’re not. We’re not. I look in the library, I call up books on my desk. Old ones, because they won’t let us have anything new, but I’ve got a pretty good idea what children are, and we’re not children. Children can lose sometimes, and nobody cares. Children aren’t in armies, they aren’t commanders, they don’t rule over forty other kids, it’s more than anybody can take and not get crazy.”
Ender tried to remember what other children were like, in his class at school, back in the city. But all he could think of was Stilson.
“I had a brother. Just a normal guy. All he cared about was girls. And flying. He wanted to fly. He used to play ball with the guys. A pickup game, shooting balls at a hoop, dribbling down the corridors until the peace officers confiscated your ball. We had a great time. He was teaching me how to dribble when I was taken.”
Ender remembered his own brother, and the memory was not fond.
Dink misunderstood the expression on Ender’s face. “Hey, I know, nobody’s supposed to talk about home. But we came from somewhere. The Battle School didn’t create us, you know. The Battle School doesn’t create anything. It just destroys. And we all remember things from home. Maybe not good things, but we remember and then we lie and pretend that—look, Ender, why is it that nobody talks about home, ever? Doesn’t that tell you how important it is? That nobody even admits that—oh hell.”
“No, it’s all right,” Ender said. “I was just thinking about Valentine. My sister.”
“I wasn’t trying to make you upset.”
“It’s OK. I don’t think of her very much, because I always get—like this.”
“That’s right, we never cry. I never thought of that. Nobody ever cries. We really are trying to be adults. Just like our fathers. I bet your father was like you. I bet he was quiet and took it, and then busted out and—”
“I’m not like my father.”
“So maybe I’m wrong. But look at Bonzo, your old commander. He’s got an advanced case of Spanish honor. He can’t allow himself to have weaknesses. To be better than him, that’s an insult. To be stronger, that’s like cutting off his balls. That’s why he hates you, because you didn’t suffer when he tried to punish you. He hates you for that, he honestly wants to kill you. He’s crazy. They’re all crazy.”
“And you aren’t?”
“I be crazy too, little buddy, but at least when I be craziest, I be floating all alone in space and the crazy, she float out of me, she soak into the walls, and she don’t come out till there be battles and little boys bump into the walls and squish out de crazy.”
Ender smiled.
“And you be crazy too,” said Dink. “Come on, let’s go eat.”
“Maybe you can be a commander and not be crazy. Maybe knowing about craziness means you don’t have to fall for it.”
“I’m not going to let the bastards run me, Ender. They’ve got you pegged, too, and they don’t plan to treat you kindly. Look what they’ve done to you so far.”
“They haven’t done anything except promote me.”
“And she make you life so easy, neh?”
Ender laughed and shook his head. “So maybe you’re right.”
“They think they got you on ice. Don’t let them.”
“But that’s what I came for,” Ender said. “For them to make me into a tool. To save the world.”
“I can’t believe you still believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“The bugger menace. Save the world. Listen, Ender, if the buggers were coming back to get us, they’d be here. They aren’t invading again. We beat them and they’re gone.”
“But the videos—”
“All from the First and Second Invasions. Your grandparents weren’t born yet when Mazer Rackham wiped them out. You watch. It’s all a fake. There is no war, and they’re just screwing around with us.”