The Ellimist Chronicles The human child, one of those who called themselves Animorphs, asked me to explain.  In that final moment, the human wanted to know:  Was it all worth it?  The pain, the despair, the fear.  The horror of violence suffered, and the corrupting horror of violence inflicted, was it all worth it? --Ellimist My full name is Azure Level, Seven Spar, Extension Two, Down-Messenger, Forty-one.  My chosen name is Toomin...My "game" name is Ellimist. "Oh?  Well, step into my lair said the dreth to the chorkant." --Ellimist "I lost another game." "Ah.  Well, I can certainly understand why you would feel the need to inform me personally of a fact that, were I remotely interested, I could learn from the net." --Ellimist, Lackofa "I made it!  I'm nonessential!" "As nonessential as it is possible to be." --Ellimist, Lackofa Deep worms, shut up. --Ellimist You make what you can of the life you have, I suppose. --Ellimist "Well, well," I said.  (I'd long since lost any reluctance to converse with myself.) "I seem to have stumbled into a war." --Ellimist The one who spoke for them called himself Captain Whee, which had a certain whimsical sound to me. --Ellimist I kept the child me.  Strange, but all these years later, all these battles later, it was Toomin I valued most. I brought Aguella's memory:  my one great love.  And I carried Lackofa with me, too, for his skepticism, his integrity, and his sense of humor. And to my suprise I found I could not do without Menno.  Rebellion, too, was something I needed. --Ellimist And, for the first time, I grew a wholly new species...I called them Pemalites...And I gave them a mission:  to carry life everywhere. --Ellimist "Then let us play a game, Crayak." "There will have to be rules." "Yes, there will have to be rules." "And a winner?" "That, too, though it will take millions of years." "I'm not going anywhere." "Then come.  Let us play the final game." --Ellimist, Crayak "I can't ask if we win, I can't ask if it will all turn out okay." "I don't know those answers." "Okay, then answer this, Ellimist:  Did I...did I make a difference?  My life, and my...my death...was I worth it?  Did my life really matter?" "Yes.  You were brave.  You were stong.  You were good.  You mattered." "Yeah.  Okay, then.  Okay, then." --dying Animorph, Ellimist