[Billy raised an eyebrow at Graham's outburst. The golem was literally a pile of rocks. Maybe Billy would've been more inclined to sympathy if they'd been facing something more intelligent, something that had once been human...but he couldn't afford to feel guilt over killing a rock monster. Not when he'd exterminated -Wels-. If golem-shooting was unforgivable, he was damned to Hell for what he'd done as an Etone...

...and thinking like that was not going to help anything. He wanted to do what he could to help the people here, and having a moral crisis would not put food into any orphans' mouths. Billy shook his head and continued his search through the rubble.]

If you're too stained for this gil, I'm taking it.

[Billy took the coins that the monster had been carrying and pocketed them. Waste not, want not.]