Justice
There was no resistance to Justice's hand being slapped away, and no response. Not a grunt of anger even from Punishment, next to them. The Rider's unfazed stare had, at this point, changed substance. It was no longer of made unflappable patience, but instead of bone-deep, sorely unimpressed fatigue.
"Get us into the building, to see something you would rather show us but not speak of, to get answers you know are there but can't name yourself, to save people you say are there while leaving the ones in risk right now for later, or never. Did you already forget how you were appealing to my morals just now? You're not stupid. Don't pretend like you think that highly of yourself. I didn't keep you alive to be fed such rubbish."
He shook his head and dragged a gloved hand through his face.