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[b]"You guys go."[/b]

If not for the underlying tightness in his tone due to the stress and severity of the situation, it would have almost sounded like a casual suggestion to do something obvious. Like "keep a balanced diet", or "make sure you breathe". It was as if he'd long ago concluded his thoughts on the matter.

[color=fdc68a][i]Jack and Cian are more essential to escorting the survivors than me.
We can't leave Priscilla here to fend for herself in this state, and hope Goodwitch beats any scavengers to her.
Really, we shouldn't leave her at all.[/i][/color]

Even if they were back with survivors in just a few minutes, if the rest of the mission had taught Luke anything, it was that it took only seconds for things to plummet down to Hell itself.

[b]"I'll stick around here and see what I can do about Priscilla. If nothing else, some basic first aid while Professor Goodwitch gets here. You guys should keep going and grab the survivors. Of the three of us, I'm the least useful for that. I might even just get in the way."[/b]

This way, everyone wins.

[color=f9ad81][i]We don't need to make a choice that leaves lives up to chance.
We split our attention in the most effective way.
We don't turn down anyone in need of help.[/i][/color]

Luke was, by his own admission, a selfish and greedy young man. A purely capricious guy, who did everything out of his own selfish desires with a criminal disregard for fairness, or rules to play by.

He didn't [i]want[/i] to choose between option A, or option B.

He was too full of avarice for that.

He instead wrote in C. 

[color=f7976a][i]All of the above.[/i][/color]