Joel does not say a single word while you go on and on about ethics and morality and Kant and Nietzsche. He would, but he simply cannot. Something about your crisis of principles that never stops leaves him utterly dumbfounded and incapable of speech. Quite frankly, he doesn't understand why, in this day and age where everyone kills each other for mere food scraps, you're still so caught up on your so-called ethics.

"This is why everyone hates moral philosophy professors," Joel says flatly when you pause to breathe. He stands up, grabbing his gun. He needs to shoot something before he goes insane.