Hulius stared at him. Then, slowly at first—despite the fiery pain in his ribs—he began to chuckle. Smith’s eyes widened: but Hulius only laughed harder, until the tears of pain made it impossible. “What.” “You want.” Hulius wheezed, drawing a deep breath. “You want to save the United States—for democracy.” And he was off again. “What’s so fucking funny?” Smith snarled, lurching to his feet. “You turned your country into a prison camp, to protect it and make it safe for Democracy—” Hulius wheezed painfully, then closed his eyes and continued, gauging each word for effect: “You murdered
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