What did it feel like when Jericho’s walls fell? Either you were the enemy inside, the enemy outside, or the harlot who helped the spies.
Boom! Everything falls, dust everywhere. Is there time to worry about what the guy next to you is doing wrong? Do you still have the luxury of pointing your bloody finger at the hypocrite you chose to live next to?
When the defenses are down, the enemy charges, everyone runs while. All you can do is hold your own. That’s recompense. Whoever did whatever wrong, victory goes to whoever minds his own affairs best.