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... ghter," Tychus said, reining in his usual swagger. He had a mouth full of wisecracks most of the time, but when the situation called for it, he could be surprisingly grounded. "What’s coming next should be the easy part."
"Gentlemen, war is calling." His voice was calm, almost amused. "Old Mengsk might say we’re fighting for freedom, justice, democracy—or whatever other noble-sounding, intangible ideals. But when it comes down to it, we’re here to kill."
He let out a chuckle.
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