Wheeling Gull Isle left his mark

We could fight, Aiolos said; what came next did not surprise Mou, though.
We would fail.

But did that mean they should not even try? If Phox were to learn the truth, and he were anything like Mou (as he would suspect until he knew him better) then he would do anything to correct the wrong done to him. He would do anything to protect the children that were of his blood, and the blood of his beloved. Even if they were safe now the children would not be for long, not if the truth got out.

Mou was still unsure. He wanted to go to Phox immediately to tell him — throw himself to the wolves, so to speak, — it would have given Maegi a chance to escape with Blueberry at least. Could he do that, in truth? Could he sacrifice himself to the rage of the Redhawks to save his only daughter?

It was all too fantastic; Mou had to pull himself back from the heavy thoughts and tell himself, nothing has happened yet, and we are safe, they are safe, do not get worked up.

What will we do, he asks slowly, as Aiolos had gone quiet again.
—if Yuelong falls?