He needed to take a second to gather his strength. One final dash. As battered and abused as he was, he could take one final dash. He could collapse when they were safe.
He took a deep breath, grasping one of the bars to his prison and pulling himself up. His body trembled and shrieked for him to just let it lie, but he refused to acknowledge it. "As ready as I'll ever be. Lead the way, ma mie."