Offspring, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, @[email protected] ? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the BRICS chicks, and you curse the Volcel police. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know – that their and people like theirs death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall – you need me on that wall.

We use words like “honor,” “code,” “loyalty.” We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a hexbear who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.

I would rather that you just said “thank you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand the post. Either way, I don’t give a DAMN what you think you’re entitled to!