Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

story," he said.
    "Cool," said Peter. "Maybe that means it's true."
    "If it was true," said Father, "they would deny it. That's the way Russians are."
    As if Father knew anything at all about the "way Russians are."
    Got to move out, thought Peter, and live on my own. I'm in college. I'm trying to spring ten prisoners from custody a third of the way around the world. Maybe I should use some of the money I've been earning as a columnist to pay rent. Maybe I should do it right away, so that if Achilles finds out who I am and comes to kill me, I won't bring danger down on my family.
    Only Peter knew even as he formed this thought that there was another, darker thought hidden deep inside himself: Maybe if I get out of here, they'll blow up the house when I'm not there, the way they must have done with Julian Delphiki. Then they'll think I'm dead and I'll be safe for a while.
    No, I don't wish for my parents to die! What kind of monster would wish for that? I don't want that.
    But one thing Peter never did was lie to himself, or at least not for long. He didn't wish for his parents to die, certainly not violently in an attack aimed at him. But he knew that if it did happen, he'd prefer not to be with them at the time. Better, of course, if no one was home. But ... me first.
    Ah yes. That was what Valentine hated about him. Peter had almost forgotten. That's why Ender was the son that everyone loved. Sure, Ender wiped out a whole species of aliens, not to mention offing a kid in a bathroom in Battle School. But he wasn't selfish like Peter.
    "You aren't eating, Peter," said Mother.
    "Sorry," said Peter. "I'm getting some test results back today, and I was brooding I guess."
    "What subject?" asked Mother.
    "World history," said Peter.
    "Isn't it strange to realize that when they write history books in the future, your brother's name will always be mentioned?" said Mother.
    "Not strange," said Peter. "That's just one of the perks you get when you save the world."
    Behind his jocularity, though, he made a much grimmer promise to his mother. Before you die, Mother, you'll see that while Ender's name shows up in a chapter or two, it will be impossible to discuss this century or the next without mentioning my name on almost every page.
    "Got to run," said Father. "Good luck with the test."
    "Already took the test, Dad. I'm just getting the grade today."
    "That's what I meant. Good luck on the grade."
    "Thanks," said Peter.
    He went back to eating while Mother walked Father to the door so they could kiss good-bye.
    I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.
    BREAD VAN
    TO: Demosthenes%[email protected]
    From: unready%[email protected]
    Re: satrep
    Satellite reports from date Delphiki family killed: Nine vehicles simultaneous departure from northern Russia location, 64 latitude. Encrypted destination list attached. Genuine dispersal? Decoy? What's our best strategy, my friend? Eliminate or rescue? Are they children or weapons of mass destruction? Hard to know. Why did that bastard Locke get Ender Wiggin sent away? We could use that boy now I think. As for why only nine, not ten vehicles: maybe one is dead or sick. Maybe one has turned. Maybe two have turned and were sent together. All guesswork. I only see raw satdat, not intelnetcom. reports. If you have other sources on that, feed some back to me?
    Custer
    Petra knew that loneliness was the tool they were using against her. Don't let the girl talk to any human at all, then when one shows up she'll be so grateful she'll blurt confessions, she'll believe lies, she'll make friends with her worst enemy.
    Weird how you can know exactly what the enemy is doing to you and it still works. Like a play her parents took her to her second week back home after the war. It had a four-year-old girl on the stage asking her mother why her father wasn't home yet. The mother is trying to find a way to tell her that the father was killed by an Azerbaijani terrorist bomb-a secondary bomb that went off to kill people trying to rescue survivors of the first, smaller blast. Her father died as a hero, trying to save a child trapped in the wreckage even after the police shouted at him to stay away, there was probably going to be a second blast. The mother finally tells the child.
    The little girl stamps her foot angrily and says, "He's my papa!