Raylan's head just pulled back a fraction, expression twisting a little with disgust. He was educated well enough to know what happened in World War II, not just the horrible atrocities, but the looting that happened. The blood that was spilt over those items. It was clear he had feelings enough about what had happened then, from a humanitarian stand-point.

There was a sharp disconnect between him and this Mozzie person. He was suddenly worried if Neal felt the same way as his friend - that it was fine to still profit off of all that. Off his own blackmail. Wasn't it better to be rid of it?

"Wh- Yo- You don't have to help him fence them!" But it didn't matter what he said. It was done. Neal had already made that decision. Raylan turned away, pacing almost normally for all of two steps but he limped as he turned around. "How long ago was this? Tell me you.. sorted it all out, that that hoard is gone or at least outta your purview."