There's a flicker of contrariness even now, a moment of token resistance, but he's weakened substantially in the last few minutes. In the midst of the Calamity that wouldn't have mattered, but there's nothing inside urging him far beyond his limits.

He all but collapses onto that chair, jarring the wounds and making himself even dizzier. "Sorry. This isn't...typical."

Reaching up to do - something helpful, anything - he realises that his hands are trembling.