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"Not at all, my brave boy, my bold and handsome hero."
He hated it when she patronized him, even as a joke. He wasn't in the mood for joking right now anyway.
"Then why do you think I wouldn't go?"
"You wouldn't think you were up to the task," said Jane.
"Am I?" asked Miro.
"Probably not," said Jane. "But then, you have me with you."
"And what if you're suddenly not there?" asked Miro.
"Well, that's just a risk we're going to have to take."
"Tell me what we're doing. Tell me our real mission."
"Oh, don't be silly. If you think about it, you'll know."
"I don't like puzzles, Jane. Tell me."
"Ask Val. She knows."
"What?"
"She already searches for exactly the data I need. She knows."
"Then that means Ender knows. At some level," said Miro.
"I suspect you're right, though Ender is not terribly interesting to me anymore and I don't much care what he knows."
Yes, you're so rational, Jane.
He must have subvocalized this thought, out of habit, because she answered him just as she answered his deliberate subvocalizations. "You say that ironically," she said, "because you think I am only saying that Ender doesn't interest me because I'm protecting myself from my hurt feelings because he took his jewel out of his ear. But in fact he is no longer a source of data and he is no longer a cooperative part of the work I'm engaged in, and therefore I simply don't have much interest in him anymore, except as one is somewhat interested in hearing from time to time about the doings of an old friend who has moved away."
"Sounds like rationalization after the fact to me," said Miro.