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"I don't. If he were running our little rebellion, he'd end up Hegemon of all the Hundred Worlds. We just want them to leave us alone."
"It may not be possible to get the one without the other," said Val. "But we can quarrel about that later. Good-bye, my dear brother."
He didn't answer. Just looked at her and looked at her until she smiled wryly and switched off the connection.
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Ender didn't have to ask Miro to go; Jane had already told him everything.
"Your sister is Demosthenes?" asked Miro. Ender was used to his slurred speech now. Or maybe his speech was clearing a little. It wasn't as hard to understand, anyway.
"We were a talented family," said Ender. "I hope you like her."
"I hope she likes me." Miro smiled, but he looked afraid.
"I told her," said Ender, "to think of you as my son."
Miro nodded. "I know," he said. And then, almost defiantly, "She showed me your conversation with her."
Ender felt cold inside.
Jane's voice came into his ear. "I should have asked you," she said. "But you know you would have said yes."
It wasn't the invasion of privacy that Ender minded. It was the fact that Jane was so very close to Miro. Get used to it, he told himself. He's the one she's looking out for now.
"We'll miss you," said Ender.
"Those who will miss me, miss me already," said Miro, "because they already think of me as dead."
"We need you alive," said Ender.
"When I come back, I'll still be only nineteen. And brain-damaged."
"You'll still be Miro, and brilliant, and trusted, and loved. You started this rebellion, Miro. The fence came down for you. Not for some great cause, but for you. Don't let us down."