The choice of turning around and running away had seemed very tempting to Quinnolin at some point. After all, what could he even do if the enemy decided to stay and fight?
Nothing! He would vanish like a soap bubble the moment they made contact.
But doing such a thing would be abandoning his brothers on the bridge.
Brothers who were waving their standards like crazy, indicating they were in desperate need of rescue.
Quinnolin imagined what it must be for them now, and then dreaded to think what it would feel to see this glimmer of hope disappear, a hope that was ignited just as they were at the end of their ropes.
If he was with them, seeing the ships coming to rescue them suddenly turn around without seemingly any rhyme reason would perhaps feel like the world's biggest betrayal and the cruelest punishment.