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159 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 1998
"So you feel bad about it," Rachel said with a shrug.
"No. I feel bad because I felt nothing. I felt . . . nothing, Rachel. At that moment I felt like I was just doing my job, you know? And now they're shutting down the clinic, and my dad tells me and I feel . . . nothing. It's been going on for a long time. Each day, each battle, each mission, I just feel less and less."
I looked at Rachel. She looked away. I turned to Jake. He made the ghost of a smile and nodded his head. He understood. He knew. It was happening to him, too. But then he looked away as well.
‹Okay, everyone, let's get outta here,› Jake said wearily. He's always depressed after a battle.
‹Seven of them, six of us, and we ruled!› Rachel said. She's usually up, almost giddy, after a battle.
Tobias was silent, as he usually is after a battle.
Marco looked for a joke. ‹You know, I was gnawing this Hork-Bajir's arm and I just kept thinking mustard. It would go so much better with mustard.›
Marco jokes after a battle. And before. But the jokes afterward are always kind of strained.
Ax calmly wiped his tail blade off on the grass as we walked.
And I said, ‹I'm never doing that again.›
‹Yeah, it was not a smart fight. But hey, we won,› Rachel said.
‹No. I mean I am never doing that again,› I said. ‹Never. I quit. I quit this stupid war. I quit the Animorphs.›
I turned and walked away from the others.
Jake stood, arms crossed over his chest. He was trying to look calm and relaxed. He wasn't succeeding. Something has happened to Jake during the months we've been Animorphs. He used to be just a normal kid. Good-looking, but not the kind girls got all giggly over. He had always looked solid and reliable and decent. The kind of guy to whom you wouldn't even suggest doing something wrong.
But even though there had always been something "adult" about Jake, there was always still the kid underneath. That had changed. He had faced too many dangers. Worse, he had made too many life-and-death decisions.
That shows up in your face after a while. In your eyes. It showed up in the way Jake stood taller than before, and yet somehow a little worn-out. There was a ragged look to him.
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[Rachel] is still the tall, blond, perfectly-accessorized girl she's always been. But inside, she, too, is changed. She'd always been bold. Now she was reckless. She'd always been aggressive. Now there were times when she scared me.
"I guess sometimes you have to choose between smart, sane, ruthlessness, and totally stupid, insane hope," I said, not even realizing I was speaking out loud. "You can't just pick one and stick with it, either. Each time it comes up, you have to try and make your best decision. Most of the time, I guess I have to go with being smart and sane. But I don't want to live in a world where people don't try the stupid, crazy, hopeful thing sometimes."