"Enlighten me."
"He will inevitably act out, you see, whether now or later. Nothing save execution can prevent it. Nothing. That being the case, we feel he should act out sooner, rather than later, since the consequences of his crimes will only increase with age. By releasing him now into a carefully selected and rigidly structured environment, we hope to abate his antisocial behaviors and limit the scope and impact of his deviance." Now he leaned forward earnestly, and took Cassandra's delicate hand into his own. "This is how you can help. This is how you MUST help.
"Once we release him, the court will discharge him to your custody, and you will, in turn discharge him into the custody of an institution or foster-parents. Here is your chance, our chance, to make all the difference. According to his records, the boy has a distant aunt and uncle out west that want him. They're ideal, as far as we're concerned. Send him there. I have candidly told you of the boy's danger, and now I further tell you that, though untreatable, there is hope for his condition."
"I'm confused, doctor. What, exactly, should we hope for?"
"We should hope, Ms. Jones, for a single-digit body count. We should hope for an early capture and conviction, one that will send him to maximum security prison for a long, long time, once he comes of age." His eyes sparkling with moisture, he added huskily, "It's the only way we can be safe, you see. The staff, here. You. Me. All of us.