Thank God For You, Ender. Thank God.

Someone's Sent A Loving Note In Lines Of Returning Geese And As The Moon Fills My Western Chamber As Petals Dance Over The Flowing Stream Again I Think Of You The Two Of Us Living A Sadness Apart A Hurt That Can't Be Removed Yet When My Gaze Comes Down My Heart Stays Up

We Have To Go. I'm Almost Happy Here.

That's The Problem With Winning Right From The Start, Thought Ender. You Lose Friends.

It Is The Downfall Of Evil, That It Never Sees Far Enough Ahead.

A Regime That Wraps Itself In The Flag Of Truth Fears Truth Most Of All, For If Its Story Is Falsified To The Slightest Degree, Its Authority Is Gone.