The pen was still in the Shepherd's hand. His shoulders rose and fell with the might of a great sigh.

"Perhaps we can not start with bravado, this time." He began calmly, slowly. "I appreciate your concern, but this is my decision to make. I am the one that got all of you into this situation, and now I am going to be the one to get you out of it. Running away will do nothing. The devils will merely follow us wherever we go, and we have more than enough enemies at the moment. There is nowhere left to run."

He turned his head to the slug-duke, his black eyes dull.

"I presume there isn't a shortage of paper in the Nine Hells."