For a brief moment, Bruno took a sip from his glass. He did not say a word, not at first, almost as if he was deeply contemplating his thoughts, until finally he did, and when he finally chose to spoke he did so with the weight and gravitas of a mythic figure, a Greek titan, gazing down at the mortals below and giving them his divine command.
"Let's cut to the chase, the war on your border? How much will it cost you to wage it yourself? Whether it's the act of making sure your factories are scaled up to produce the weapons and munitions necessary to properly arm and supply the new divisions, you will have to mobilize,
Or the housing, feeding, and training of your new conscripts themselves. It would be an enormous expense on behalf of the American taxpayer to field and army to deal with your troublesome neighbors by yourselves.
