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"What's that to me?" asked Miro bluntly. "Nobody listens to me here. I have no connections. I certainly can't take Ender's place either, and right now I'm tired and I need to sleep. Look at Young Val, she's half-dead with weariness, too."
It was true; she was barely able to stand. Miro at once reached out to support her; she gratefully leaned against his shoulder.
"We don't want you to take Ender's place," said Olhado. "We don't want anybody to take his place. We want him to take his place."
Miro laughed. "You think I can persuade him? You've got his sister right there! Send her!" Old Valentine grimaced. "Miro, he won't see me."
"Then what makes you think he'll see me?"
"Not you, Miro. Jane. The jewel in your ear."
Miro looked at them in bafflement. "You mean Ender has removed his jewel?"
In his ear, he heard Jane say, "I've been busy. I didn't think it was important to mention it to you."
But Miro knew how it had devastated Jane before, when Ender cut her off. Now she had other friends, yes, but that didn't mean it would be painless.
Old Valentine continued. "If you can go to him and get him to talk to Jane ..."
Miro shook his head. "Taking out the jewel-- don't you see that that was final? He's committed himself to following Mother into exile. Ender doesn't back away from his commitments."
They all knew it was true. Knew, in fact, that they had really come to Miro, not with the real hope that he would accomplish what they needed, but as a last feeble act of desperation. "So we let things wind down," said Grego. "We let things slide into chaos. And then, beset by interspecies war, we will die in shame when the fleet comes. Jane's lucky, I think; she'll already be dead when it gets here."
"Tell him thanks," Jane said to Miro.
"Jane says thanks," said Miro. "You're just too soft-hearted, Grego. " Grego blushed, but he didn't take back what he said.
"Ender isn't God," said Miro. "We'll just do our best without him. But right now the best thing I can do is--"