Eight bells is a long time to contemplate the ramifications of my choices. I did consider that. I also considered the likelihood that, if we threw him to the wolves, you would have to watch me kill him in front of you.

[He sighs, elbows coming down to thunk against the table as he buries his fingers in his hair. The motion shakes the Nughenges, sends them crashing back down into scattered piles of fried Probably Chicken™.]

I've also thought about, for what it's worth, the instance where you do exactly as I did and protect Harrow, someday. The equal likelihood that I might someday be tasked with cutting your throat. They did it to Bixing and Four. It's not hard to guess they might do it again.