The Attic of an Old Warehouse, AKA the Nominal Temporary Wiggin Home Base, Wednesday

[gameinprogress]

They would have to take more of the heavy hitters out of the equation.

Ender knew that much

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[whateverknight]

Leon and Angelo had laid down behind some boxes yesterday, and they were still there. Maybe something worthwhile would happen. Leon didn't have much hope of that, but there was always the possibility.

[gameinprogress]

"Water?" Ender asked. After picking up the first signs of stirring coming from behind the boxes, he'd made it over there, and he was now holding a large cup of the stuff.

[whateverknight]

Leon shrugged and took the cup. "Thanks." He drank some, and then set the cup down for Angelo.

"But what I'd really like is some assurance you're not going to get us all killed. Or worse."

[gameinprogress]

Many who came around here were traumatized kids, or adults who hadn't been acquainted with much brutality.

Leon wasn't one of them, and so Ender didn't bother to put mildness in his voice. "I'm not going to get us all killed," he said, fixing Leon with an even look.

[whateverknight]

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna need more than that." Leon held his gaze for a moment. "I can believe that you believe it. That's a start."

[gameinprogress]

"You always need more," Ender said. "I can't plug your absence of faith with pretty words, and I'm not about to bother."

[whateverknight]

"You're right, I do need more," Leon snorted derisively. "And you know why. You were here for it."

The day he'd failed. The day she'd been captured.

[gameinprogress]

"You're not going to get more until we win," Ender said. He hadn't looked away since the conversation started. "You won't get her back until we do either, and sitting around twiddling our thumbs won't get us a step closer in that direction."