Mhalir, honestly, has no idea what he's doing here. Twenty-four hours ago everything still made sense and he was in control of the world and they were a long way from victory but they were on the path to it, and now...
Now he's reading the mind of someone who is...uncannily like him except better, and that person is very confidently thinking at him that he should surrender. Leareth - wishes he had surrendered to Urtho, two thousand years ago. Even though he would likely have died (and maybe not come back, his methods had been untested at the time, just as Mhalir's are now.) Even though it would have cost him all the progress he had made, everything he had built at such effort and cost...
Do the math.
Five billion people.
He feels almost dizzy, and it's not because Leareth's body is still suffering pretty hard from the ill effects of being gassed. He feels like he was sailing down and river and didn't see the waterfall until he was already past the edge.
He's looking into Leareth's mind and his memories of Matirin and he's wishing he had known any of that yesterday. Wishing he had listened to Enstat and done something about it sooner - he hadn't felt like he had the leeway to act, but in hindsight, maybe what he lacked was the leeway not to act on that information...
<Any updates?> he asks. <Are they still not firing>