“See, here’s the thing,” he said. “Klaus is so far off the reservation, he doesn’t even know it ever existed. But you know what? That’s what keeps the wheels turning around here.”
“Are you insane?”
“How many guns in Haven, Dez? How many carry them? What do you think will happen if there’s suddenly no one around for them to be scared of? Yeah, Klaus is fucknuts, and I wish to Christ I could cut his goddamn throat, along with all of his cronies. But it’s because of him all of these people in here are safe. They have food, they have water, they go to sleep every night and have the privilege of waking up in the morning. Because. Of. Him. Because the moment he’s not around anymore? Oh, baby girl, that day comes, you just fucking pray, ‘cause it’s gonna be a free-for-all.”
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