It's over,isn't it?
Everything's done,right?
Ender sat slumped,head inbetween his wrinkled hands. He felt the tears streaming out,soaking his sky-blue battle school regulation jacket.
He cried for those he had lost,the thousands of lives he had commanded. The thousand ships he had destroyed...The thousand deaths he had caused.
And the genocide he had committed.
Ender wept for the world,and the world rejoiced around him.
"He's been like that for a while now."Balding Grant grudged,his eyes scrutinizing the slick,thin softscreen. He held the crumpled computer in one hand,gripping a ranch dripping samwhich from the other.
A aging tall man glided from the other side of the room. He was wearing an all white robe,no blemishes ,no insignia. He was completely hairless,and had deep,penetrating blue eyes.
These soul seeking lids resting on Grant,causing him to squirm a bit uncomfrontably in his seat. He cast a tenative glance at the blue-eyed man,than refocused every ounce of his being on that sammwhich.
"We need to fix him," The aging man said with a solid finality.
Grant gave him a tenacious look, "You can't fiz his soul, know what he's been know what he's we made him do,"His voice took on an unkindly 's eyes widened slightly.
"Give him the PTSDI." Cornelius said.
Grant's hand shook and the sammwhich dropped to the ground,it's contents smearing all over the otherwise sparkling interior of the spacecraft. Somewhere close,a pannel beeped.
"You know what that could do to him,Cornelius,"Grant whispered
"You know what could have happen if we don't atleast try," Cornelius snarled back,like a ferious animial. The hair on Grant's arms raised.
"It could kill him,"
"That is precisely why we must try," With a florish,Cornelius excited the room,the automatic door swishing complacently behind him. Grant pushed a small red button on the dashboard. There was a beep.
"Get me a dose," He uttered.