"More than my own father."
"Then _why_?"
"He wanted to be immortal. Always, that drove him. Greatness,
power--all the same. Now he will be immortal, because we needed a
martyr in order to win. Now we will win. The other way we would surely
lose, and he would live on and on, and die every day." He turned
slowly to the bed and brought the sheet up gently. "This is better.
This way he will never die."
They left the quiet room.
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