I miss Peter sometimes. I don't tell Ender. I would never tell Ender. He stiffens and closes up every time he's mentioned. I wish all three of us could be together. As a family or at least as comrades. We bring out the best in each other, or the worst. But ever since I was eight, Peter ten, there's been a missing link, Ender. Nobody knows Peter like I do. Not mother and father. Not Ender. Ender tries to avoid understanding him. Ender doesn't want to love Peter. Ender wants to hate him. Oh, Ender, when will you realize you love him?
I wish Ender had never gone to BattleSchool. It would have been better. All three of us could have stayed and Ender, you would have mellowed Peter and Peter, you would have made Ender independent and I could have been the peacekeeper, just like when I was younger. Then we could have gained power together and it wouldn't just be Peter. Then we would truly be the Wiggin children and not Peter, who gained everything, Ender who lost everything and me, Valentine, who was forced to make the hardest choice of her life.