What kinda horseshit is that? You don't bring a man to a prison and expect him to leave his best bro behind!
[That's just not right! They were supposed to get out of here with guns blazing and fancy swordsmanship flashing! He is about to go off on that injustice when he sees the familiar glint of acutely shaped sunglasses. His first instinct is to tense-- but the figure is decidedly not metal.