When Allister set eyes on him, deep concern for his well-being overtook him. It was evident that Tank had not taken a shower and was unshaven for several days.
John had called Allister and told him that Tank asked him to prepare a will for his signature. He also knew that for a long time Tank felt guilty and worthless igniting Allister’s alarm. He plucked up the courage and asked him.
“Tank, you wouldn’t think of doing anything rash, such as hurting yourself? Would you tell me if you came to that place? God is sending a rescue mission for you. Just hold on a little longer.”
Tank knew that if he ever did come to the end and gave up, he wouldn’t tell anyone. He would just find a quiet place and do it in silence.
“I’m nowhere even close to that, Allister.”
He should have spoken to his friend about the recovery of his repressed memories about his past with Ellie. Instead, Tank took the opportunity to ask Allister for a second opinion about the lights in his apartment. His question he calculated to draw Allister away from his concerns.
“Allister, what is your understanding on all the talk floating around the churches about Orbs of Light?” The sophistication of his question took Allister aback. It worked and carried him far away from any idea that Tank was even remotely self-destructive.
“Why are you asking about that Tank? It’s a rather strange question.”
“I have been seeing them in my apartment for the past few of weeks.”
Allister sat attentively listening as he shared with him
and I place the gun at his chest. “What are you doing? Good grief! Let me go!” he struggles, before hollering, “Help!
“I still couldn’t comprehend that this might be a matter of life and death, that this was the most serious thing I’d ever been involved in.”
“He suddenly lost concern for himself, and forgot to look at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt that something
He has found the Truth. He has to spread it. But, everyone is an enemy. What a state to be in! It reminds me of certain Hollywood flicks, in which the character unwillingly becomes the enemy of the state.
“No prayers were said over his tomb. No candle lit in his memory. His last word had been my name.
He was running at my side, out of breath, at the end of his strength, at wit's end. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his only support." (64).
He exploded over the fact that the questions he had always had were never truthfully
He finally delivers his intended message to those who were alive and still fighting this war. He urges men to “ greet the unseen with a cheer”. He motivates them on to battle. He encourages them to join in on the battle cry when he states, “cry speed-fight on” and “fare ever there as here!”. Even the speaker, who has faced his untimely end, continues to fight for good and asks that those alive do the same. His determined and hopeful call to battle is written to motivate the tired and scared to battle, assured in an impending
“Right is right. I will not murder but I am walking out with the orbs. You are defeated.”
“When I understand my enemy well enough to defeat him, then in that moment, I also love him.” Graff and the I.F. are trying to persuade Ender, and the population of Earth that a third invasion is imminent. Ender is sent to Battle School when he was just a little boy, but he was smart, the I.F. had in him all they ever could ask in a commander. Through years of extensive and grueling training, Ender is ready to go to Command School, but it hasn’t been easy. And the admirals and colonels in charge of Battle School are worried that they wore him out, Ender starts to question his motives. Many questions nag at his mentality, many of whom cannot be answered to him, or else the I.F. would lose a high value commander. So everything is kept secret from Ender. Even his closest friends keep their knowledge enclosed from him, but Ender can’t help but to wonder.
“You don’t want to kill me, Noah.” You warn, your voice low. “They’ll never forgive you if you kill me.”
He didn't want to believe it, but it was almost as though a part of himself had died with all those nameless people who perished. Those men, women and even children whose names he ever heard or spoke. It was as if some of the semblance and sense in himself had just vanished, and it was certainly a strenuous mental effort to regain something like
“That would be a poor decision. There are far too many dangers out there, and your broot is nearly dead.”
After he saw her nodding in agreement, it compelled him to discuss about how well he made his way into the social fabric of the Ryanites. “Okay, so maybe it did shape my perceptions regarding people live in the society on the surface, but no matter what, there’s nothing that will dissuade me from knowing that the Dweller world is–and has always been for a long time–in a state of Anarchy and chaos. Because of my foster father, all that is going to change, and I know it.”
Leon asks the priest tobring his "holy water to the graveyard," and the priest tells him he could have "brought the last rights" if he had told him he was dead before.