RONAN
I quietly sat at the head of the table. Ender was sitting across from me, his head resting in his hands.
He slowly raised his head to look at me. He looked over at the cafeteria doors which led outside.
"What do we do?" Ender asked in a tired voice.
"We wait." I blankly stated.
"What if they attack us?" He asked in concern.
"They won't. Not yet."
"How would you know, Ronan?" He asked me this time sounding frustrated.
"My father was a lieutenant commander in the navy," I said and Ender's eyebrows furrowed together. "He's taught me a few things about war."
"What would he do if he was here?" Ender curiously wanted to know.
"He would've shot them. One by one. But we can't do that, can we?" I asked Ender.
"And why not?"
"Because if we do, how are we any different than the army? How are we any different than my dad or that group that's waiting for us outside?" I asked him, my eyes wild with confusion.
