Digger's anger at the entire situation, and then the kick to his leg boiled over and then was suddenly crushed by a sense of panic as Len dropped.
"HEY!" Eyes wide, the Aussie was shocked into a painful silence as everything slowed and the rope snapped. His stomach hit somewhere around his knees and he was about to scream again when he saw movement. Struggling.
Relief came next and then the panic again. "HEY!" he shouted again, trying to free himself once more with renewed effort. "NO NO NO NO NO NO YOU FUCKING PONCES NO GOD DAMMIT, ME, TAKE ME SWAP US OUT THIS BLOODY INSTANT I WANNA TAKE HIS PLACE YOU FUCKIN' BERKS!"
Snart and himself had never really had a brotherly bond, more of somewhat uneasy alliance that mostly stayed intact from a hatred of the Flash & Company. Along with this was a very long history together of tough times and close scrapes that made them at least tolerate each other. But Digger didn't want Len dead, that was for sure. And the kick of guilt in his brain at the fact that Len was now swinging close to death because of his own temper was a little more than Digger wanted to deal with right now, on top of everything else.
"ME. GOD DAMMIT I WILL TAKE HIS GODDAMN PLACE DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"