“If we manage to kill King, it won’t end there, will it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it will for us.”
“But there’ll be someone else just waiting to step into his shoes. The Hollow Men won’t end with the death of one person.”
“Probably not.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. The reality of our situation wasn’t offering much hope. We could kill King, then the man who came after, and then the man or woman who came after that and still do nothing to change anything. Someone had better call up the dictionary because futile had a new definition.
It sucked, but I longed for a life that might never come.
“Chaser?”
“Hmm…”
“It’s not just King. We have to make sure…”
“I know,” he whispered. “We will.”
I hoped he was right.