“I love you,” Ender said. “As much as you’re capable of love,” she said. “And then only when you’ve got a little time left over from looking after everybody else. You think you’re some kind of guardian angel, with responsibility for the whole universe. All I asked you to do was take responsibility for my family. You’re good at loving people by the trillion, but not so good at dozens, and you’re a complete failure at loving one.”
