Reid accepts the willow switch with all the gravitas of being handed a precious treasure, marveling at Daryl's skill in stripping it. He gets the feeling that Daryl has a lot of skills he'll be uncovering in due time.
"Yes. The civil breakdown has led to more people feeling comfortable to give into their darkest urges. People that might have otherwise never murdered or raped because they were too afraid of death or jail or the social consequences, now don't have to fear those things as much. Some people that felt powerless in their ordinary lives have now gone overboard to compensate, or people that had authority have been desperate to reclaim it, or..."
Reid trails off, shooting Daryl a wry, sad little smile.
"Without country-wide communication, I couldn't begin to estimate the numbers of people. We can estimate the number of walkers due to transmission rates and calculated spread, but-- despite the fact that they're the cause of the fall of large society, they seem less scary than some regular old humans out there. All the walkers can do is kill you and turn you."
He'd seen the worst of the worst at the FBI, but the scale and ambition of crime has grown. Mob mentality is a hell of a thing.
From here, the walls of the Forty-Eight have just become visible through the trees. Reid can see a lookout on the top of one of them, watching their path, and he gives an awkward wave.
"I can't say for certain you won't have to worry about people like that in the Forty-Eight," Reid apologizes, hands twisting together. "We've had to eject a few people. But... the threat of losing shelter, steady food, and running water, seems to keep people's behavior in check. For the most part." He grimaces. "It's barbaric to exile people, but it's more efficient than the alternatives according to Charlie."
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"Yes. The civil breakdown has led to more people feeling comfortable to give into their darkest urges. People that might have otherwise never murdered or raped because they were too afraid of death or jail or the social consequences, now don't have to fear those things as much. Some people that felt powerless in their ordinary lives have now gone overboard to compensate, or people that had authority have been desperate to reclaim it, or..."
Reid trails off, shooting Daryl a wry, sad little smile.
"Without country-wide communication, I couldn't begin to estimate the numbers of people. We can estimate the number of walkers due to transmission rates and calculated spread, but-- despite the fact that they're the cause of the fall of large society, they seem less scary than some regular old humans out there. All the walkers can do is kill you and turn you."
He'd seen the worst of the worst at the FBI, but the scale and ambition of crime has grown. Mob mentality is a hell of a thing.
From here, the walls of the Forty-Eight have just become visible through the trees. Reid can see a lookout on the top of one of them, watching their path, and he gives an awkward wave.
"I can't say for certain you won't have to worry about people like that in the Forty-Eight," Reid apologizes, hands twisting together. "We've had to eject a few people. But... the threat of losing shelter, steady food, and running water, seems to keep people's behavior in check. For the most part." He grimaces. "It's barbaric to exile people, but it's more efficient than the alternatives according to Charlie."