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"Aren't you glad to see me, Val, my dearest sweetheart Demosthenes?" Peter pushed his way between Ender and young Val. "Don't you have tender memories of me, as well? Am I not more beautiful than you remembered? I'm certainly glad to see you. You've done so well with the persona I created for you. Demosthenes. I made you, and you don't even thank me for it."
"Thank you, Peter," whispered Valentine. She looked again at young Val. "What will you do with them?"
"Do with us?" said Peter. "We're not his to do anything with. He may have brought me back, but I'm my own man now, as I always was."
Valentine turned back to the crowd, still awestruck at the strangeness of events. After all, they had seen three people board the ship, had seen it disappear, then reappear on the exact spot no more than seven minutes later-- and instead of three people emerging, there were five, two of them strangers. Of course they had stayed to gawk.
But there'd be no answers for anyone today. Except on the most important question of all. "Has Ela taken the vials to the lab?" she asked. "Let's break it up here, and go see what Ela's made for us in outspace."
Chapter 17 -- ENDER'S CHILDREN
<Poor Ender. Now his nightmares walk around with him on their own two legs.>
<It was a strange way for him to have children after all.>
<You're the one who calls aiuas out of chaos. How did he find souls for these?>
<What makes you think he did?>
<They walk. They talk.>
<The one named Peter came and talked to you, didn't he?>
<As arrogant a human as I ever met.>
<How do you think it happens that he was born knowing how to speak the language of the fathertrees?>
<I don't know. Ender created him. Why shouldn't he create him knowing how to speak?>
<Ender goes on creating them both, hour by hour. We've felt the pattern in him. He may not understand it himself, but there is no difference between these two and himself. Different bodies,