You trusted him not to pull something like this, and you feel like a caged animal pacing in anger.
He's trapped you all, every last one of you, and he doesn't even care. You can see that in his eyes, the fact that he would have done this no matter who was harmed in the process, because he wants his children back. You're angry, so bloody angry, but you know you don't actually understand either.
There's nothing you want badly enough to watch the world burn in order to have it, nothing but your own safety and your own skin. The understanding dampens the fire that is your ire, but only somewhat, and it takes a moment longer than it should for you to get it back together.
In this work, every second counts, and those extra few are a luxury none of you have. You give him a hard look, one that says you won't forget. You'll do what needs to be done to get through this, but you understand his priorities better now, and you won't forget where the team falls among them.
You wonder if you'll ever have family. If you'll ever truly understand, but there's only a moment for that, and you let it go.
Getting out alive is the new goal, without all of you losing your bloody minds in the process.