โOkay, fine, Rachel. You want to do this, fine. I think youโre the bravest member of the group. I think in a bad fight Iโd rather have you with me than anyone else. But yeah, Rachel, I think thereโs something pretty dark down inside you. I think youโre 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. Itโs what makes you so brave. Itโs what makes you so dangerous to the Yeerks.โ
I let his words blow past me. I heard them, Iโd feel them later, but I didnโt want to feel them right then.
โYou did think Iโd go kill David the other day. My God.โ
โNo. I thought youโd scare him. I thought youโd say the things it took to scare him. I thought youโd say whatever you had to. And I thought that of any of us, David would be most likely to fear you.โ
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?
โI 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 donโt know what will happen to you if it all ends someday. What are you going to do? Go back to being the worldโs greatest shopper? Go back to gymnastics and getting good grades?โ
I laughed harshly. โYou worry about me? What do you think youโre going to do? Jake, youโre a leader now. You make life-and-death decisions. All the time. Youโve learned to do that. And,โ I added bitterly, โyouโve learned to use people. You use them for their strengths and their weaknesses. Worry about me? Like when all this is over youโll go back to being a mediocre basketball player and a decent student? Youโre not even in high school yet and youโre the most wanted person in the Yeerk Empire. Visser Three would trade his Blade ship for your head on a stick.โโฆ
โIโm not going to lose it, Jake,โ I said, staring down at the polished linoleum. โMaybe youโre right. Maybe I do kind of get off on it all. But I still know where the line is. And I wonโt cross it. I am not some kind of nut. I know what Iโm doing.โ
Jake nodded. โI know you do. But everyone draws their own line. Cassieโs is in one place. Marcoโs is somewhere else. Yours is in another. Mine ...โ He made a failed attempt at a smile. โFor 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.โ
Brb losing my mind over all the foreshadowing in this scene in animorphs #22













