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Thirdie?”
      The people behind Ender grabbed at him, to hold him.
      Ender did not feel like laughing, but he laughed. "You mean it takes this many of you to fight one Third?”
      "We're people , not Thirds , turd face. You're about as strong as a fart!”
      But they let go of him. And as soon as they did, Ender kicked out high and hard, catching Stilson square in the breastbone. He dropped. It took Ender by surprise he hadn't thought to put Stilson on the ground with one kick. It didn't occur to him that Stilson didn't take a fight like this seriously, that he wasn't prepared for a truly desperate blow.
      For a moment, the others backed away and Stilson lay motionless. They were all wondering if he was dead. Ender, however, was trying to figure out a way to forestall vengeance. To keep them from taking him in a pack tomorrow. I have to win this now, and for all time, or I'll fight it every day and it will get worse and worse. Ender knew the unspoken rules of manly warfare, even though he was only six. It was forbidden to strike the opponent who lay helpless on the ground; only an animal would do that.
      So Ender walked to Stilson's supine body and kicked him again, viciously, in the ribs. Stilson groaned and rolled away from him. Ender walked around him and kicked him again, in the crotch. Stilson could not make a sound; he only doubled up and tears streamed out of his eyes.
      Then Ender looked at the others coldly. "You might be having some idea of ganging up on me. You could probably beat me up pretty bad. But just remember what I do to people who try to hurt me. From then on you'd be wondering when I'd get you, and how bad it would be." He kicked Stilson in the face. Blood from his nose spattered the ground nearby. "It wouldn't be this bad," Ender said. "It would be worse.”
      He turned and walked away. Nobody followed him, He turned a corner into the corridor leading to the bus stop. He could hear the boys behind him saying, "Geez. Look at him. He's wasted." Ender leaned his head against the wall of the corridor and cried until the bus came. I am just like Peter. Take my monitor away, and I am just like Peter.

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Peter
     
     
        "All right, it's off. How's he doing?”
      "You live inside somebody's body for a few years, you get used to it. I look at his face now, I can't tell what's going on. I'm not used to seeing his facial expressions. I'm used to feeling them.”
      "Come on, we're not talking about psychoanalysis here. We're soldiers, not witch doctors. You just saw him beat the guts out of the leader of a gang.”
      "He was thorough. He didn't just beat him, he beat him deep. Like Mazer Rackham at the--”
      "Spare me. So in the judgment of the committee, he passes.
      "Mostly. Let's see what he does with his brother, now that the monitor's off.”
      "His brother. Aren't you afraid of what his brother will do to him ?”
      "You were the one who told me that this wasn't a no-risk business.”
      "I went back through some of the tapes. I can't help it. I like the kid. I think were going to screw him up.”
      "Of course we are. It's our job. We're the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, but we eat the little bastards alive.”
     
      "I'm sorry, Ender," Valentine whispered. She was looking at the bandaid on his neck.
      Ender touched the wall and the door closed behind him. "I don't care. I'm glad it's gone.”
      "What's gone?" Peter walked into the parlor, chewing on a mouthful of bread and peanut butter.
      Ender did not see Peter as the beautiful ten-year-old boy that grown-ups saw, with dark, thick, tousled hair and a face that could have belonged to Alexander the Great. Ender looked at Peter only to detect anger or boredom, the dangerous moods that almost always led to pain. Now as Peter's eyes discovered the bandaid on his neck, the telltale flicker of anger appeared.
      Valentine saw it too. "Now he's like us," she said, trying to soothe him before he had time to