Sirius prepared to make his final stand.
Perhaps futile… Yes, probably futile.
But he had already decided it at some point during the climb, wordlessly, something someone like him couldn't help but decide: he would fight to the end.
Every instinct carved into his brain confirmed that doing this instead of a last, full power push of wind, was undeniable suicide.
But the decision hadn't been made out of logic. It had been forged silently, somewhere in the dark, suffocating depths of his determination.
Again and again… It was the only choice a man like him could ever make: he would fight until his heart literally stopped beating.
He would burn the absolute last, smallest fraction of his life force to try and save this world. To preserve a future where his daughter might, by some impossible miracle, finally get to see her mother again.
His daughter…
