Any kind of distant concern he felt for Ben's safety had been wiped away for something more important. The IF was allowing Ender some space in getting through his correspondance, and he was going to take it.

He thought briefly of piggybacking something on the letter he was composing, something fiendish and clever and subversive to get himself back to Earth. But Earth was holding little appeal to him now. He wrote his email between tweaks of the system he was working on.

A ping alerted him to the fact he had a mail waiting from Val as well, and he stopped his work around lunch for a little while to read it.

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