"'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.'"