[He is looking a little worse for wear, slightly scuffed from the tumble he took when the cells rotated around and shrank. But he's still trying to smooth his horrible striped jail clothing out as if it's an actual suit.]

I'm vaguely confident that I won't explode and take everyone with me. With any luck I fall on Sharky and crush him into powder.

[He definitely knows he's going to die and doesn't see any other alternative.]