OOM: Val's last letter to Ender
Ender,
There's so much to say, so much that I haven't told you. I shouldn't be doing this on the heels of what I did before, but it's really the only option. Remember how I wouldn't come out of my room for a day before we got here? Well, the reason wasn't really that simple. I found a new world, Ender, a bar at the end of the universe, Milliways bar, in fact. You were there, but I don't know if you remember or not. Your twelve-year-old self was there, before you found the Formics' planet, before you became a Speaker. It was strange to see you at that age again. The slumbitch was there as well, but he was... different somehow. Changed, but not. There's so many people there, Ender, from so many different worlds. Things that you'd know, things that I really don't even think exist in our world. I've talked to gods, Ender, Greek gods that we read about in Classics when you were little. The Bar herself is sentient, magically tied to the bartender. No one knows who owns the place, he or she is a nebulous being only called the Landlord. I think he likes me. I'm the head waitress, by the way. And then, well, there's -him-.
I'm in love, Ender. I love him more than anything ever. You wouldn't believe who, though. Luke Skywalker. It's not just a vid, little brother, Luke's -real-. Frell, I've met Anakin too, he's like my father, and Padme, and Han and Leia, and that stupid droid. It's all real. And I have so many theories on it, and their world's connection to ours, it's not even funny.
Why am I leaving all this for you? I have to go. I'm marrying Luke, and I'm going to his world with him. I thought that I was coming back to you, Ender, so I left the bar, but it wasn't the same anymore. Don't doubt, little brother, that I love you. I do, I always have, and you know it. You know it better than anyone, perhaps even me. But I have to move on. You told me once that you knew that you'd lose me somehow, but you just wanted me to be happy. I am happy, Ender. Happier than I think I've ever been. I will come back to visit, I promise. I need to do this. You're strong, now, stronger than you've ever been. You're Andrew Wiggin, Speaker for the Dead. No matter what you do, you'll make me proud of you.
I love you, Ender Wiggin. I always have and I always will. I'm proud of my little brother, who has changed the world, and will keep doing so. If I'm selfish in doing this, I'm sorry. It just feels right somehow, that my place is in a galaxy far, far away. I'm sorry that I left like this, that it was so sudden, but it was the only way. I will be back as soon as possible.
Your sister now and forever,
Valentine