His mind is filled with the crashing of beams...and the drumming of his own heart.
The girl's wrenching at the wall, trying to pull it up.
She's crying.
He stares down at the black stone in his hand...and remembers.
"Hey. Hey, you."
She looks up.
"Go. I'll get him."
She looks unsure...
"GO!" He's shouting now. She nods and runs out of the hall, glancing back one more time. He strides over to the boy, then bends, and starts pulling at the metal.
"What are you doing? Go, save yourself!"
"Forget your heroic babble. And besides," he says with a grin. "Nothing is more important than a human life."
The wall shifts. He gives it one more yank, and it's up. He jerks the kid out.
"Now c'mon. We should go."
He holds out his hand.