When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you. [OPEN]

[ewiggin]

It was the second time in seemingly as many days (it was unclear how long he’d been gone) that Ender had been spit out of an organic structure.  Shakily, using the wall for support, he raises himself to a standing position and tries to regain his bearings. He is back on the ship. Clearly having gone to the city for rest had not saved him from being taken in for “study”. Why the voice had kept promising him cake was beyond him. He hadn’t had cake since his sixth birthday, and Peter hadn’t let him enjoy that one anyway. If his /greater purpose/ is to be a guinea pig for further mind games... It had thanked him(the voice, not the cake) and let him go. It also specified that there was a cake shortage.

He walks apprehensively down the hall, tense and alert, for fear of being borrowed for another experiment.