βOkay, fine, Rachel. You want to do this, fine. I think youβre the bravest member of the group. I think in a bad fight Iβd rather have you with me than anyone else. But yeah, Rachel, I think thereβs something pretty dark down inside you. I think youβre the only one of us who would be disappointed if all this ended tomorrow. Cassie hates all this, Marco has personal reasons for being in this war, Ax just wants to go home and fight Yeerks with his own people, Tobias ... who knows what Tobias wants anymore? But you, Rachel, you love it. Itβs what makes you so brave. Itβs what makes you so dangerous to the Yeerks.β
I let his words blow past me. I heard them, Iβd feel them later, but I didnβt want to feel them right then.
βYou did think Iβd go kill David the other day. My God.β
βNo. I thought youβd scare him. I thought youβd say the things it took to scare him. I thought youβd say whatever you had to. And I thought that of any of us, David would be most likely to fear you.β
An attendant pushed a wheeled bed slowly past. I tried to look at myself the way Jake saw me. Was it true? Did I love this war?
βI worry about you, Rachel. More than any of the others except Tobias. I feel like this war is to you like booze is to an alcoholic. Like I donβt know what will happen to you if it all ends someday. What are you going to do? Go back to being the worldβs greatest shopper? Go back to gymnastics and getting good grades?β
I laughed harshly. βYou worry about me? What do you think youβre going to do? Jake, youβre a leader now. You make life-and-death decisions. All the time. Youβve learned to do that. And,β I added bitterly, βyouβve learned to use people. You use them for their strengths and their weaknesses. Worry about me? Like when all this is over youβll go back to being a mediocre basketball player and a decent student? Youβre not even in high school yet and youβre the most wanted person in the Yeerk Empire. Visser Three would trade his Blade ship for your head on a stick.ββ¦
βIβm not going to lose it, Jake,β I said, staring down at the polished linoleum. βMaybe youβre right. Maybe I do kind of get off on it all. But I still know where the line is. And I wonβt cross it. I am not some kind of nut. I know what Iβm doing.β
Jake nodded. βI know you do. But everyone draws their own line. Cassieβs is in one place. Marcoβs is somewhere else. Yours is in another. Mine ...β He made a failed attempt at a smile. βFor example, see, I used to think my line was drawn at using my friend, my cousin, to do my dirty work. Guess that turned out not to be true. Sorry, Rachel.β
Brb losing my mind over all the foreshadowing in this scene in animorphs #22














