"Yeah, mostly like her. It's a little different, but close enough." He shrugged. He liked the Masons, they were good people - his sort of people. The sort of people who understood what it was like to have to protect yourself from getting eaten by the undead at any moment. Who knew what it was like to know that when you died you'd become one of those things that you feared most. It wasn't a fucking walk in the park.
"You know, father, I don't care what fucking scares them. I don't give a single rat's ass. What I care about is making sure they're safe. Making sure that nothin' can get into where were sleeping that isn't smart enough to figure out a key and a lock."