Bones was hardly able to lift his head when the weight (though not the pain) suddenly left his back. He tried to lever himself off the ground, but couldn't quite manage it. His muscles refused to cooperate through the agony, although something seemed to have interrupted it. Someone had apparently intervened. He needed to get away. He needed to get back. To report. More than that, he needed to not get dragged into that house where the people read thoughts. Probably things he should have thought about before.
Self-Interest was in direct conflict with what was best for the MLF. Self interest said to sell them out and save his own skin. What was left of it. But the Cause... it said he should die rather than betray them.
Which would happen... well that would have to wait since his vision was going black and he was passing out with blood loss.
Maybe if cat-boy ate him while he was unconscious it would hurt less. That was he last, and only, thought at as his eyes closed on the night.