avoid grinding through them with the rest of the nameless herd members. Maybe they could learn to shoot. Add to his ranks of one against thousands and level the playing field a little. Hell, he even had weapons on the island that could target the swarms according to a program, they just needed to be reloaded with ammunition as it ran out and keep the damage coming. They could even do that.
At least it was a “positive maybe” rather than a “definite negative”. He stops on one page in the notebook and considers the outcome of the words there. A prepared note that he didn’t think he’d ever need to use. And if he did, perhaps for more battle ready and useful company. But this is it, a decision on how long they live. A few seconds later and he holds it up,