call me Ender the Xenocide, Speaker for the Dead.
Poor, poor man. How did you deal with your life? You led a horrible life. You had a family who loved you, even though you put them through Hell and you treated them like dogs. You had the loyalty of a young girl who shouldn't have anything to do with you. She's nothing to you. You had friends. Boys who had something to prove to you.
You will die alone. And do you know why?
Because you've pushed everyone away from you.
You were so set on being the victim, always being right and always having something to complain about, that you created the problems that made those who cared about you most hate you. You wanted enemies so you created them.
I should speak your death. But could they handle the truth?
You will die alone. And do you know why?
Because you've pushed everyone away from you.
You were so set on being the victim, always being right and always having something to complain about, that you created the problems that made those who cared about you most hate you. You wanted enemies so you created them.
I should speak your death. But could they handle the truth?