by Daydreamer

"'What do you mean? Are you saying I have to trade myself for them. Because if that's all, then it's done. Send them home. I'm here, we can go now.' 

'Such noble self-sacrifice. Pity there aren't more like you. But, alas, it's not that easy.' The man sucked hard on the cigarette, the tip glowing brightly, then dropped the small stub, and ground it out under his heal. 'When I say you will have to go and get them, I mean just that. *You* will have to go and get them.'"

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