Blind faith.
It was all he had. A faith that even from beyond the grave, his father would be doing anything he could to save him. A faith he could be saved because his guts were twirling like a fucking nest of snakes if he looked near what was comin' for him. A faith he could something … anything … to stop that …
There's real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't imagine.
The trouble was he could imagine quite a bit. His courage was failing. He was afraid.
The shudder came from nowhere. He didn't want to die.