"Let me tell you something boy. Without those men and women churning out identical parts, as you say, you wouldn't even have a seat to sit in, never mind a ship."
Koniev rubbed his temples.
"So you're only zealous for the cause if you're part of the most glorious part of it? The part that involves killing? Not the honest, hardworking aspect? Not the one that provides everything your comrades need to live a comfortable existence?"
He scoffed.
"Very well. Tell me, Nancy. What do you think we in the Fighter Corp risk our lives for?"
