Ender's Game (Ender Wiggins Saga)

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 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. Christ, I never thought of that. Nobody ever cries. We really are trying to be adult. 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 boy's 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 the 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.”
      "But why?”
      "Because as long as people are afraid of the buggers, the I.F. can stay in power, and as long as the I.F. is in power, certain countries can keep their hegemony. But keep watching the vids, Ender. People will catch onto this game pretty soon, and there'll be a civil war to end all wars. That ’s the menace, Ender, not the buggers. And in that war, when it comes, you and I won't be friends. Because you're American, just like our dear teachers. And I am not.”
      They went to the mess hall and ate, talking about other things. But Ender could not stop thinking about what Dink had said. The Battle School was so enclosed, the game so important in the minds of the children, that Ender had forgotten there was a world outside. Spanish honor. Civil war. Politics. The Battle School was really a very small place, wasn't it?
      But Ender did not reach Dink's conclusions. The buggers were real. The threat was real. The I.F. controlled a lot of things, but it didn't control the videos and the nets. Not where Ender had grown up. In Dink's home in the Netherlands, with three generations under Russian hegemony, perhaps it was all controlled, but Ender knew that lies could not last long in America. So he believed.
      Believed, but the seed of doubt was there, and it stayed, and every now and then sent out a little root. It changed everything, to have that seed growing. It made Ender listen more carefully to what people