[ he doesn't have time for this, for being judged or questioned, to be taught a moral lesson in right or wrong. he might not be as old as the doctor, but he's lived long enough to know what the cost sometimes has to be.

his eyes remain stern, anger focused. ]

Mindless? [ he steps a little closer himself this time, his own face moving in close. ] They fucking came after us. They're trying to kill us. Some of us might not even survive the night because of them.

[ his teeth grit, sharper in his voice, quieter but deeper. ]

This isn't your kumbaya ukulele-playing-around-a-fire-at-Christmas anymore, Doc. We all came here for a reason and this is the cost. You don't want to get your hands dirty? Fine. Go home. But none of us are getting out of this clean. You of all people should know that.