Ender felt terribly foolish for a moment - histrionic, over the top. He couldn't deny that it helped, though, Ben's solid warmth against him (and not just that part).

His people were alive. He'd chosen what he'd done. He should recognize that and own it.

Even if he couldn't shake the sensation that this situation was his responsibility. "I love you too," he murmured. "You know that much. I'm just a little wobbly."