be a better alternative.”
“You’ve been discovering some of the destroyer in yourself, Ender. Well, so have I. Peter didn’t have a monopoly on that, whatever the testers thought. And Peter has some of the builder in him. He isn’t kind, but he doesn’t break every good thing he sees anymore. Once you realize that power will always end up with the sort of people who crave it, I think that there are worse people who could have it than Peter.”
“With that strong a recommendation, I could vote for him myself.”
“Sometimes it seems absolutely silly. A fourteen-year-old boy and his kid sister plotting to take over the world.” She tried to laugh. It wasn’t funny. “We aren’t just ordinary children, are we. None of us.”
“Don’t you sometimes wish we were?”
She tried to imagine herself being like the other girls at school. Tried to imagine life if she didn’t feel responsible for the future of the world. “It would be so dull.”
“I don’t think so.” And he stretched out on the raft, as if he could lie on the water forever.
It was true. Whatever they did to Ender in the Battle School, they had spent his ambition. He really did not want to leave the sun-warmed waters of this bowl.
No, she realized. No, he believes that he doesn’t want to leave here, but there is still too much of Peter in him. Or too much of me. None of us could be happy for long, doing nothing. Or perhaps it’s just that none of us could be happy living with no other company than ourself.
So she began to prod again. “What is the one name that everyone in the world knows?”
“Mazer Rackham.”
“And what if you win the next war, the way Mazer did?”
“Mazer Rackham was a fluke. A reserve. Nobody believed in him. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
“But suppose you do it. Suppose you beat the buggers and your name is known the way Mazer Rackham’s name is known.”
“Let somebody else be famous. Peter wants to be famous. Let him save the world.”
“I’m not talking about fame, Ender. I’m not talking about power, either. I’m talking about accidents, just like the accident that Mazer Rackham happened to be the one who was there when somebody had to stop the buggers.”
“If I’m here,” said Ender, “then I won’t be there. Somebody else will. Let them have the accident.”
His tone of weary unconcern infuriated her. “I’m talking about my life, you self-centered little bastard.” If her words bothered him, he didn’t show it. Just lay there, eyes closed. “When you were little and Peter tortured you, it’s a good thing I didn’t lie back and wait for Mom and Dad to save you. They never understood how dangerous Peter was. I knew you had the monitor, but I didn’t wait for them, either. Do you know what Peter used to do to me because I stopped him from hurting you?”
“Shut up,” Ender whispered.
Because she saw that his chest was trembling, because she knew that she had indeed hurt him, because she knew that just like Peter, she had found his weakest place and stabbed him there, she fell silent.
“I can’t beat them,” Ender said softly. “I’ll be out there like Mazer Rackham one day, and everybody will be depending on me, and I won’t be able to do it.”
“If you can’t, Ender, then nobody could. If you can’t beat them, then they deserve to win because they’re stronger and better than us. It won’t be your fault.”
“Tell it to the dead.”
“If not you, then who?”
“Anybody.”
“Nobody, Ender. I’ll tell you something. If you try and lose then it isn’t your fault. But if you don’t try and we lose, then it’s all your fault. You killed us all.”
“I’m a killer no matter what.”
“What else should you be? Human beings didn’t evolve brains in order to lie around on lakes. Killing’s the first thing we learned. And a good thing we did, or we’d be dead, and the tigers would own the earth.”
“I could never beat Peter. No matter what I said or did. I never could.”
So it came back to Peter. “He was years older than you. And stronger.”
“So are the buggers.”
She could see his reasoning. Or rather, his unreasoning. He could win all he wanted, but he knew in his heart that there was always someone who could destroy him. He always knew that he had not really won, because there was Peter, undefeated champion.
“You want