-1He would never be able to look up again and see just the deep blue of a summer's sky. Every time he found his gaze on that soft blue cloth that was the sky, that looked so close you could reach out and touch it, he remembered the launch.
He remembers the people he had observed from afar, the ones that treated him civilly, but never really bothered to make friends with. He remembers the years spent learning to kill, the years spent in a place where he was useful, in a place where he was able to stay alive for so many more years.
He looks up at the sky, and he remembers the final battle, the time when he had the chance to take over, to do what everyone expected of him and save the world. He remembers that during that moment, when for the first time in his life, he had not known what to do. And he remembers the event that proved just how right they were in making Ender the commander.
He looks up at the sky, and he remembers.