Matias was in the middle of picking himself up from the ground. A sharp pain in his ribs threatened to shove him back down, but he fought it as much as he could. He was heavily and shakily breathing still, even as Bane approached him. An equally tremorous finger pointed towards the vast stairwell.

"They're upstairs," he panted, "Huge damn fiasco going on. Dante said he needed you..."

He swallowed the spit accumulating in his mouth and sucked in a bucketful of air.

"Follow me."

His body was practically begging him not to run, but he did anyway, right up that stairwell. His climb was staggered but determined. By the time he reached the office door, he was on the brink of collapsing. He got down on one knee and gripped his chest.

"Just go inside and help them," he wheezed, "I just need to sit down..."