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# 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.