Leroy had found him in a place he hasn't in years, in an actually state of rage. He was beside himself because of this officer, who he still believed had to be in either Fink's or Comstock's pocket, was stating that Leroy was as nearly as foul as any of those any of those monstrous men. Leroy found him having to grit his teeth and clinch his fists to keep from jumping at the man, a thought that was becoming more and more appealing by the moment. "Really I'm the one that's ruining the city?! Not the Vox Populi burning buildings, not the Founders treating every one who looks or sound different like dirt, not Fink who's working all of Shantytown to death, not Commstock lying his holy ass off, not the ravens killing people left and right, or how about the crooked officers that let all this happen?! Tell me how many lives did I keep from being ruined when I killed that man, how many families did I keep from being torn apart, how many kids did I keep from becoming me!?" He yelled, his face turning a bit red as his feelings he pushed down over the years began to burst out.