Susane Colasanti, So Much Closer
'I can say anything,” said Ivanova. “His name was Ender, and he destroyed everything he touched.” Like me, she did not say.
“Oh? And what do you know of him?” His voice whipped out like a grass-saw, ragged and cruel. “How do you know there wasn’t something that he touched kindly? Someone who loved him, who was blessed by his love? Destroyed everything he touched- that’s a lie that can’t truthfully be said of any human being who ever lived.’