"Don't run. Please. Kill me! It'll be someone else if you don't. Oh, God, I'm so tired waiting and running!"
"I can't," he said, and sickness soured in his throat.
"Please."
"I can't, I can't!"
He turned and ran blindly, half-fell down the cracking stairs.
Doctor Burns, head of the readjustment staff at the Youth Center, studied Wayne with abstract interest.
"You enjoyed the hunt, Seton? You got your kicks?"
"Yes, sir."
"But you couldn't execute them?"