He didn't stop fighting, but it didn't do him much good. Shock had numbed him for long enough that by the time he did start struggling, Martha was well entrenched and his strength was already starting to fade. Slow tears slid down his cheeks as he fought ineffectually against her superior strength, tears for the Martha he knew and loved. How would she be able to come back from this?
Gradually, his struggles slowed and then stopped altogether, his head slumping back against the back of the bench as consciousness faded from his mind.