"I was instructed to destroy his body when the transference was completed. I couldn't do it, Ron. I managed to spirit you away where you would be cared for. It was almost a year before you came to your senses after the operation. By that time, I didn't know what to do with you. My first thought was the Roverwood Home, where I am a director, where you would be lost among many, many boys' faces...."
"But why me, doctor? Why me?"
"I had to choose someone, Ron. It was merely a question of who...."
Dr. Luther entered, priming the needle.
"Ready?" he said.
"One moment." The doctor's hand covered Ron's mouth, and he felt the contours of a small round pill against his lips. He realized he was meant to swallow it, and he did.
"Ready now," Dr. Minton said.
Dr. Luther performed the injection.
"Good night, sweet prince," he said gently.