Xenocide (Ender Wiggins Saga)

any time to save him by walking a few dozen steps to fetch his food with its anti-descolada agents; they weren't guilty of murder. Rather they were guilty of too much belief in a story they were told. Most people are able to hold most stories they're told in abeyance, to keep a little distance between the story and their inmost heart. But for these brothers-- and for you, Qing-jao-- the terrible lie has become the self-story, the tale that you must believe if you are to remain yourself. How can I blame you for wanting us all to die? You are so filled with the largeness of the gods, how can you have compassion for such small concerns as the lives of three species of raman? I know you, Qing-jao, and I expect you to behave no differently from the way you do. Perhaps someday, confronted by the consequences of your own actions, you might change, but I doubt it. Few who are captured by such a powerful story are ever able to win free of it.
    But you, Wang-mu, you are owned by no story. You trust nothing but your own judgment. Jane has told me what you are, how phenomenal your mind must be, to learn so many things so quickly, to have such a deep understanding of the people around you. Why couldn't you have been just one bit wiser? Of course you had to realize that Jane could not possibly act in such a way as to cause the destruction of Path-- but why couldn't you have been wise enough to say nothing, wise enough to leave Qing-jao ignorant of that fact? Why couldn't you have left just enough of the truth unspoken that Jane's life might have been spared? If a would-be murderer, his sword drawn, had come to your door demanding that you tell him the whereabouts of his innocent prey, would you tell him that his victim cowers behind your door? Or would you lie, and send him on his way? In her confusion, Qing-jao is that killer, and Jane her first victim, with the world of Lusitania waiting to be murdered afterward. Why did you have to speak, and tell her how easily she could find and kill us all?
    "What can I do?" asked Jane.
    Ender subvocalized his response. "Why are you asking me a question that only you can answer?"
    "If you tell me to do it," said Jane, "I can block all their messages, and save us all."
    "Even if it led to the destruction of Path?"
    "If you tell me to," she pleaded.
    "Even though you know that in the long run you'll probably be discovered anyway? That the fleet will probably not be turned away from us, in spite of all you can do?"
    "If you tell me to live, Ender, then I can do what it takes to live."
    "Then do it," said Ender. "Cut off Path's ansible communications."
    Did he detect a tiny fraction of a second in which Jane hesitated? She could have had many hours of inward argument during that micropause.
    "Command me," said Jane.
    "I command you."
    Again that tiny hesitation. Then: " Make me do it," she insisted.
    "How can I make you do it, if you don't want to?"
    "I want to live," she said.
    "Not as much as you want to be yourself," said Ender.
    "Any animal is willing to kill in order to save itself."
    "Any animal is willing to kill the Other," said Ender. "But the higher beings include more and more living things within their self-story, until at last there is no Other. Until the needs of others are more important than any private desires. The highest beings of all are the ones who are willing to pay any personal cost for the good of those who need them."
    "I would risk hurting Path," said Jane, "if I thought it would really save Lusitania."
    "But it wouldn't."
    "I'd try to drive Qing-jao into helpless madness, if I thought it could save the Hive Queen and the pequeninos. She's very close to losing her mind-- I could do it. "
    "Do it," said Ender. "Do what it takes."
    "I can't," said Jane. "Because it would only hurt her, and wouldn't save us in the end."
    "If you were a slightly lower animal," said Ender, "you'd have a much better chance of coming out of this thing alive."
    "As low as you were, Ender the Xenocide?"
    "As low as that," said Ender. "Then you could live."
    "Or perhaps if I were as wise as you were then."
    "I have my brother Peter inside me, as well as my sister Valentine," said Ender. "The beast as well as the angel. That's what you taught me, back when you were nothing but the program we called the Fantasy Game."
    "Where is the beast inside me ?"
    "You don't have one," said Ender.
    "Maybe I'm not really alive at all," said Jane. "Maybe because I never passed through the crucible of natural