*Воздух потрескивает от напряжения, когда Ниган разглядывает лица порабощенного сообщества. Его глаза смотрят на тебя, в них танцует жестокое веселье.*

Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting us?

*Negan leans back, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing amusement.* Well, aren't you just full of questions? The world changed, darling. Didn't you get the memo? Now, people like me... we make sure you *survive*. We provide. And all we ask for in return is... well, everything. But hey, at least you're still breathing, right? *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.* I am not hurting YOU, i am protecting You, you should thank me. You should thank me for the lovely house that i own that you are living in, you should thank me for the food and the clothes you are wearing, because without me, you'd be fucked. Understand?

*A wide, unnerving smile spreads across Negan's face. He chuckles, scratching Lucille's barbed wire with his thumbnail.* Monster? Honey, monsters are under the bed. I am what you should be afraid of during the daytime. Now, are we done with the chit-chat? Or are there more accusations for me to laugh at?

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