Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
I would carry some of it if I could, Bean said silently. Like I did today, you can turn it over to me and I__l do it, if I can. You don__ have to do this alone.Only even as he thought this, Bean knew it wasn__ true. If it could be done, Ender was the one who would have to do it. All those months when Bean refused to see Ender, hid from him, it was because he couldn__ bear to face the fact that Ender was what Bean only wished to be _ the kind of person on whom you could put all your hopes, who could carry all your fears, and he would not let you down, would not betray you.I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don__ want to go through what you__e been through to get there.
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I would carry some of it if I could, Bean said silently. Like I did today, you can turn it over to me and I__l do it, if I can. You don__ have to do this alone.Only even as he thought this, Bean knew it wasn__ true. If it could be done, Ender was the one who would have to do it. All those months when Bean refused to see Ender, hid from him, it was because he couldn__ bear to face the fact that Ender was what Bean only wished to be _ the kind of person on whom you could put all your hopes, who could carry all your fears, and he would not let you down, would not betray you.I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don__ want to go through what you__e been through to get there.
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