Remington couldn't stand on his own right now, he was too dizzy from the blow to his head. But he could speak, and he could hear. "Don't struggle or speak!" he yelled out to Nathaniel. It would only make things worse. It didn't appear killing was the intention. And Remington wasn't sure that was a good thing. Because there were far worse things in life than death.
He was struck in the head again, and this time Remington lost consciousness. His limp body was soon after thrown into a cage on wheels along with Nathaniel. Poor kid probably thought Remington was dead, but that wasn't the case. He came to a few minutes later, but was no longer able to fight given their location. "If you've got a way of healing my head.. do it. I can't protect you unless I'm healthy."