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"Hey," Ender greeted the group, smiling faintly. "It's traditional for my class to spend the first week reflecting on the future, and the last reflecting on the past."

"Specifically," he continued, stretching his legs out in the grass of the dorm lawn, "How much have you changed since you got here? How do you see your future, on the island or off? Has the island been an interruption in your life, to be skipped past and left there once you graduate? Or going by your experiences, do you think it will forge lasting changes that will stick with you in the times ahead?"

He smiled briefly.

"I realize this isn't a particularly philosophical series of questions," he said. "But it's something worth reflecting on, not just with me, but between yourselves. I have a feeling your viewpoints will be as diverse as you are."

He sat back.

"But to pull it larger: do you think there's a shared experience here on this island? Something similar we all take away from it? Or none at all?"

After he let those questions sink in, he looked towards one student in particular ~~if she was there~~. "Peridot? Can you come see me after class?"

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"I don't see what's so lucky about falling stagnant," Peridot sighed, and then looked down at the book again. "Will this help me to understand that, too?"

She was looking forward to reading it, actually. It was an effort to not open it and just sit down right where she was to get a start on that right then and there.

"Maybe a little," Ender said wryly. "It covers the lifespan of a single human being."

Ender's brother's, to be specific, but he'd written it to make a point about the species at large. (There were reasons he was grateful he could go around using the Skywalker name instead of his own.)

Peridot nodded faintly, looking at the book.

"So, not necessarily a representation of every human life... but an example to start with," she hedged. "That's more than I had to work with before."

She still had yet to meet a human infant, or one of their elderly. She knew they had to exist, based on what she'd been told, but what they were like was beyond her.

"An example that tries to be universal for my species," Ender said. "Whether it succeeds is yours to judge, of course."

"Of course," Peridot replied, nodding thoughtfully. "I look forward to reading it. If I have any questions about it, I can use this information to contact you?"

She tapped the contact info with one floating finger.

"Yes," Ender said, nodding. "We'll be in transit for some of the coming weeks, so if I don't answer immediately, please don't take it personally. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

"A few weeks," Peridot replied, "to a Gem?"

She gave Ender a wry smile.

"I think I can be patient that long, but I appreciate you letting me know.

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