As scared as Ryan was he didn’t see why the other stopped fighting. After all his death wasn’t huge in the grand scheme of things, was it? He tried to remain calm but he was not a fighter and never was and yet... he had to get the word out somehow. His hand still clutched his phone in a death grip but he was able to at least open it and he was in the chat with Drake pressing record a message. He caught the tale end of the exchange and the thing went off into the ether. He hoped it reached earth or made some sense to someone.<br/><br/>He was at least certain his uncle would be confused as he already replied to his sending out the flying video and then to get that? Even if he died now there was a small pleasure in knowing that Kane his father would most certainly eat this man’s soul and do it in the most painful fashion possible. Yet outside of trying to flutter his wings he was mostly useless in his ability to escape. He felt a little like a murder victim trying to leave enough clues for the investigators to find, like scratch marks or blood or something even if it was all useless so at least they could get the guy.