"So," Cutler said, three blocks later. "You say most denizens of this city are not violent. But?"
"But," Silverbourn said, rolling his Amseru into a coil as they reached the Duais Street intersection. "Reachers are bound to protect their clan. By any means necessary. If that means kowtowing to a bunch of rude, crude, arrogant Imperials - and believe me, that's how most of them think of us - then they'll do that. And if it means hiring somebody killed, so they never touch your kinswoman or your child again...." Marlow punched the walk button, waiting for the light. "Well, they'll do that too."
"Over property crimes?" Cutler shook her head, trying to fit her mind around the foreign concept. "Committed by Citizens, against non-Citizens?" Hazel eyes lit with cold fire. "What makes them think they have the right?"
"Oh, I don't know," Silverbourn said lightly. "Maybe a couple thousand years being free citizens of this city? A city, I might point out, that's lasted at least nineteen centuries more than the Empire." A bitter smile curved his lips. "Ten years isn't that long, for a Reacher."
The Scout hmphed. "They should thank us, for ridding them of their unnatural ways."