The upset of the upsetting discovery quickly turns to dismay and grief. Adios, sweet Toreadoormat.
You succumb to emotion. Tears are in order, probably. You attempt a sniffle. A wobble of the lip, even.
Alas, the tears will not come. Stupid lousy doomed Dave and your stupid lousy complicity in his death. Getting you all cried out like that.
Oh well, whatever. There are more important things at hand to concern yourself with than the flow of teal ocular discharge. A crime has been committed.
And where crime strikes, there is justice to be done.