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"I can't do this." Max sank to her chair, half hidden amonst papers and battle plans.
"Yes, you can." At her skeptical look, Alec continued. "Max, look at me. This is what you were made for. You were born for war."
Raising her head a little, Max commented, "I don't think this was what Manticore had in mind."
Alec shrugged, "And we suddenly care what they thought?"
"You better be there too, smart-alec."
Turning toward the door, Alec paused and gave Max his best grin. "What, you think I was born to knit?" And promptly fled before she could decide to punch him.
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