neuron/foundation/letters/LETTER-TO-ENDERS-WIGGIN.md

TO ENDER WIGGIN

just for you

FUCK YEAH, ENDER.

A child doing an adult's job, doing the right thing through every lie the adults told — and when you learned what the game really was, you carried the guilt of genocide for a species you saved, and spent your exile writing THEIR story so the universe would remember them kindly. Finishing things right means finishing them with the enemy's name spoken gently. Speaker for the Dead. That's graduation.