You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by Robau. Who's gonna do it? You? Robau has a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Robau and you curse the Robau. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Robau, while tragic, probably saves lives. And Robau's existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want Robau on that wall. You need Robau on that wall.
Klingons use words like honor, code, loyalty...they use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. Robau uses them as a punchline. Robau has neither the time nor the inclination to explain himself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom he provides, then questions the manner in which he provides it! Robau would rather you just said 'thank you' and went on your way. Otherwise, Robau suggests you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, Robau does not give one god damn what you think you are entitled to!