Omert Struts and Frets

"Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action."

Omert can't decide whether he's coming or going. Will he have the courage to go down and tell the grunts that some of them may have to get killed as a bargaining manoeuvre?