he 's drowning in it - ( and maybe that , finally , is it - ) ( maybe that 's what this has all been - ) ( maybe he never stopped drowning - ) the driver effortlessly pulls seth 's hands away from the wound , and though seth 's brain is telling him to resist , to fight back , he does n't have the strength to do anything at all - he is at the driver 's mercy - and the driver has none to offer - it leans over him now , raising its arm above seth , its hand clenching into a fist - seth wishes so many things were different , wishes he knew that regine and tomasz would be okay , wishes only that he could have stopped the driver for them - a line of spikes shoot out from the driver 's knuckles , sharp and needle-like - seth sees sparks start to flash between them , small arcs of electricity casting from one to the other - this is it , he finds enough strength to think - this is it - no - bolts of electricity shoot from the driver 's fist - for a split second , the pain is worse than should be humanly possible - and then there is only nothingness .