Sawyer seems to recoil at Wellard's outburst, drawing a sharp breath through his teeth with a sound like that of a snake that would like nothing better than to turn and strike.

"So." Almost hissed, as he lets out the tightly-held breath. "That is how it is to be."

A beat of silence, and then a second -- and then something in his gaze cracks, and the rising fury in his eyes is gone as if it had never existed. All is peace, and calmness, and tranquility.

"No matter," he says, with a slight shake of his head. "No matter. Justice shall be served, regardless."

The look he gives Wellard is utterly serene.